Once we're done prancing in this world,
and our bodies are locked away and sealed
Basking in the cold autumn wind,
Two gravestones, maybe in a tulip field,
I'll use my paranormal strength,
Displacing a little more morning dew
After years, I'll make the soil nudge
My gravestone will tilt by an inch or two
Just so it can lean against yours,
Hoping your decayed eyes roll at me
I'll reach for your touch you once more,
to rest against you for eternity.