Quiet, Peaceful,

Unexpectedly calming.

The graveyard is

My place.

I stroll between the stones,

Taking in the eerie beauty.

I stroll, touching the flowers,

Fixing ornamental pieces on the graves, and

Reading the epitaphs.

I try to imagine

What their lives were like and

Make up scenarios.

I imagine how they may have died.

What they felt,

What they saw,

What they heard.

Most of the time, 

I just sit in the shade and think.

At night the graveyard 

Is even more beautiful.

The moonlight streams onto the stones and 

The stars twinkle up above.

Shadows hide me as 

I walk along and

Trees and tombs become silhouettes.

A light, misty fog surrounds me as if 

In an embrace.

So join me for a stroll sometime and

Behold the wonders with your own eyes.

Feel the calm and I’m sure you’ll see

The majesty of the graveyard.

My special place.