Into the old cold ground a body planted.
Within the deceased body lay memories.
Silently asleep.
Maybe mother Earth emits, the mental words that once upon a time existed.
Thought patterns linger always here.
They haunt the deathly hallows.
The breeze flicks the branches upon the trees,
carrying ancient recollections.
Smell the essence in the air,
Previous graveyard lovers who once lived there.
Feel the attentive chill of the past,
Floating errant souls hang low.
Impromptu glow.
An invaded atmosphere.
Breathe in the air of inspiration.
And slowly walk away.
Glad that living, onward curls.
(C) Livvi