Tall stone gates, connected to breaking stone walls
Together, guardians of the forgotten graveyard
Stone markers, some beautifully ancient
Others freshly carry the aura of breaking hearts
Leaves crunch under each heavy step, over brown grass that yields no life
The ground seems always wet with the tears of hundreds
If you close your eyes, can you hear the sobs and cries?
Can you see the black clothing and the red roses that fill the chasms?
Rain touches the aching ground, giving soft relief
The heavens cry for all the forgotten loved beneath your feet
So many painful memories swirl in the air, each breezes through you
Leaving behind a small touch of it’s anguish
But the forgotten sleep, their hearts are still
Their worries are tossed to the high winds
Reach out a hand, feel the crumbling rock
Endless names inscribed forever of souls forgot
Peaceful below, turmoil above; I envy their peace…
If you close your tearful eyes, yes you’ll hear the pain
But if you listen harder you’ll hear the happy sighs of those who will never feel it again
Tip your head back and let the moon soak through your skin
All is well when silence can reign the air
Tall stone gates, connected to breaking stone walls
Together, guardians of the forgotten graveyard