I can hear the parade of the dead march outside of my windows in the A.M.
The song is beautiful in its eerie way
Orient and magnificent, as if a deity is entering our presence.
I awake silently praying for the love one lost.
The song plays on as I conjure up a story of the soul that once existed.
His hardships
Her joys
His "for heaven's sakes"
Her lonely heartbreaks.
It's all relative since we all share the same amounts of life
No matter the span of time in which we lived.
I decided to move out of my resting period
For there will be enough time to rest
When I am done with what I am here to do.
I've never taken life for granted
And why should anyone do so?
There is so much one can learn when given the opportunity.
I go downstairs and get lost in the crowd
Not to mourn the lost
But to celebrate the life he may have lived.
Anonymous
Yet related.