Poem II: Lullaby of the Cemetary

Come meet me by my grave old friend,
And whistle wise lessons learned of days gone.
Come and scream against the players of your story
To the stone, that under lay I.
And rest your weary eyes on the peaceful grounds,
Where no judgment will render upon you,
Or cause you to turn a frown.
For the whispers of my neighbors will keep your peace
And send with you all our hope to the life of your shared breath.
Come meet me by my grave old friend,
And listen to you, will I, in silence
Until we can converse once again.


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No story, it just came into my head and flowed through my fingers in the span of five minutes.