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.
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.