Placid

The dark night sky
It makes me wonder how it shine
The wind, the cold breeze
It makes me wonder how it eased.

The calming serenity
Of that garden glee
The candle lights lit
On that tombstones lee.

A man sitting alone
In front of the woman's photo
Talking to the lifeless mead
Feigning some hopeless rib.

The dark night sky
I know they shine so bright
The passed souls are reminding us
To hold on, there's more to life.

The wind, the cold breeze
I know why they eased
It's the deceased comforting
Our troubles and burdens.

-sdjm
11:07 p.m.
14Aug2017