The sun disappeared and the dark returned.

Jupiter’s moon and a thousand different stars

Beckoned to a million fractions of time,

filling the empty corners with light

like  the hope of a hundred different dreams.

Sleep, sleep, sleep on.

Too many lost horizons, composed of dust and stones compressed into eternity,

Now stretch endlessly into a darkening void.

Sleep

Former Picture Editor, sometime photographer and poet. Now looking after Undercliffe Cemetery. A Grade 2* Listed Heritage Site. A Victorian jewel in Bradford, West Yorkshire.

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