R.I.P

As they lie cold and frozen in their graves

Their smiles fade and clothes decay

Creaking bones

Under engraved stones

Once colorfully young, now decrepit and gray

Pick your way cautiously on hallowed ground

And be careful not to make a sound

The last thing you’d want is to awaken the dead

As they lay finally peaceful in their dark beds

So keep a finger to those hushed lips now

Sighing they rest in peace once more

Can’t help but feel pity for what they once stood for

Their loved ones lie near but cannot speak

Dead stories fade from dead tongues, now closed off and meek

Like a rose lost in bloom, drooping and forlorn

On a grave lies a lone flower and a tear

Who knows whose grief has been poured there

What’s done is done, let it stay in the past

Time is moving much too fast

Who knows whose time is next to be laid down here

Petals strewn to make a path

A trail of breadcrumbs that a trespasser’s cast

Someone felt an urge to run

Streak through time because the dead lie cold in the sun

And meet the ones they miss at last