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CEMETERY AT NIGHT
Did you ever stand, on a summer night,
In a cemetery, in the cool moonlight?
The mind begins to imagine things,
You hear the flutter of angel wings,
Was it the soft breeze blowing past,
Or did a moan escape from the grass?
Shifting clouds make shadows flow,
They are the spirits of those below
Who rest in peace for eternity,
Never again to speak or see,
Never again to feel that breeze
Stirring the leaves on silent trees.
On some stones pleasant epitaphs:
Do not mourn, remember the laughs,
Keep on smiling, don’t be sad,
Cherish the happy times we had,
He was a friend, we knew him well.
And many a tale the stones can tell.
A marble marker bearing two names,
The date of demise for both the same,
An icy road, a horrendous crash,
The honeymoon ended much too fast,
A fair young man, his beautiful bride
Now sleep together, side by side.
In a corner a small white stone,
Apart from the rest, standing alone,
Beloved Bonnie, she was only five,
What could she be were she alive?
Perhaps a scientist or an astronaut,
Gone forever but never forgot.
It was I stood there that night
It was a dare, a test of fright,
They said I’d never make the dawn,
A grave would open and I’d be gone,
I had no fear of the friendly souls
Who could never achieve their goals.
I left that place with a thankful sigh,
There, but for the grace of God, go I.
Like crooked tentacles, point to the sky.
Abandoned by birds, deserted by leaves,
The stand dejected with shivering shadows,
But soon those bare bones will be clothed
In soft, white layers of winter's wool.
The forecast is for snow tomorrow.
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