Graveyard at sunset

Walking along, another dusty town
General store, Hardware outlet, an old Church
but no one is around, it's sunset
.
In the distance, a bulbuous gleam
upon the horizon, below encroaching twilight
the stars reflect off a steeple,
one likening to Buffalo's Bank, golden
Romanesque
.
The soft luminescence of evening wraps me,
warm and welcoming, I find
an old stone wall, moss enshrined;
inviting respite from the journey
a graveyard twice blessed
.
Can't read the graves in the darken night,
too worn by the rigors of time,
so I sit and smoke a cigarette
in a gazebo composed of plant life,
the living rise from stone in testament
.
Poe, my Poe, blinking bright;
a breathing burst of jade to light
my way between dearly deceased,
you afford grand meaning to this sight
in being little things now earth ascendant