buried

I buried my love at the top of the hill,

and left him there hereafter.

I buried my heart so none could steal

the memory of my love’s laughter.

I buried my dreams at the bottom of the sea

and left them there forgotten.

I buried my soul and lost the key

before it became so rotten.

I buried my mind among the trees

and left it there unneeded.

I buried my schemes beneath the leaves

because they will never be heeded.

I buried my hope beside my dreams

and left it there forever.

I buried my faith along the stream

and thought myself mighty clever.

I buried my pride inside the dirt

and left it there believing--

That I buried my body so I wouldn’t be hurt

by continuous, endless, grieving.