The peace that trickles through my warm veins
I sit perched upon the gravestone
Smoothly filled with memories I will never know
With faces of loved ones eroding every letter, Engraved in every name
I never feel alone with the spirits of the dead
Why do people fear them so
Each life underground is a mystery,
Every stone within the casket, buried
I am surrounded my centuries
Maybe a few days
Maybe a couple weeks
Maybe a a hundred years
Such beautiful history
Counting the dead flower pedals
I lay quietly- assurance of the life that still abides in me.