The Corpses; They Dream

Rustling leaves,
As Heaven gently weeps
Upon the headstones,
Of liars and thieves

Each rain drop;
A kiss,
For the souls that sleep
Souls no longer missed;
Buried so deep

Blanketed in earth,
The corpses;
They dream
Swirling visions of mirth,
Rising vapor in the moonbeams

Musing placidly,
A dance of memories
Changing rapidly;
Going on for centuries.