My mind is an open ocean
There are no waves here

No boats of information
No knowledgeable crew
To guide these calm waters
No ghosts of imagination haunting ******

The birds fly by from time to time
Attempting to find land

But my mind is an open ocean
There are no sands here

Oh to dream
To dream
Sweet dreams
Of death

Eternal rest
Marked by cement

There only to tell the world
"So and so lies in great slumber."

We oft look to death as somber
A downpour of tears and bad feelings
We mourn for the loss of a loved one

I can't help but wonder
While we mourn
If God rejoices