Slipping in & out of gravestones & tombstones, She whispers words upon the carvings Sleep, Sleep, Sleep Well, in this slumber of death You have earned this eternal rest You were of the living but past to the dead, You earned what eyes closed shut need And that is rest. Sleep, Sleep, Sleep My still, motionless friends For this is eternal this moment That death gifted, never worry what Happens as you now reside in the Fields of Stone, Words, Silence Speak volumes, as tears fall like raindrops Each misses that moment But know it has passed. Rest in your bed of silk and wood As she slips in & out of Gravestones & tombstones, she speaks to the dead.