I sleep well here

The living comes here searching
Mourning, as they speak out their grief
Hoping the tombstones
Could hear their cries
But they could not,
They just sleep well here.

The living roams here
Waiting for warm and gentle breeze
To kiss their skin, hoping it would be
Their beloved ones kissing them,
But it's not,
They just sleep well here.

The living lays their sweetest flowers here
Hoping each petal could bring
Some joy and smiles
To their beloved
But they could not,
They just sleep well here.

The living, my beloved, came here
Before darkness covered the day
Mourning, waiting aimlessly
With lovely flowers for my bed
But I could not hear
I could not feel
I could not smile
It is painful to accept...but...
I sleep well here.


D'sDrippingmind
16th of April 2009