At the Cemetery

Hush, Hush, Hush
in the twilight hours
the sun sets, the sky bleeds
phantoms darting in and out
among the weeping willow trees.
A lake reflecting memories of lives lived, lives lost
Death’s ominous presence as the air begins to frost.
An angel reaching out with marble hands, sadness on her beautiful face
because of the many souls whose lives cannot be replaced.
The mausoleum echoing with the cries of those who weep
for the dead who now rest in eternal sleep.
Headstones adorned with flowers, balloons, a candle to light the way
to lead on into A Better Place.