A quiet hush falls among the stones and gate
A feeling of sadness - A feeling of peace
Tense statues set to protect,
although nothing can readily be done
As this is a scared space -
The burial grounds of ancestors
Our proof of love and respect
And these monuments are for the eyes
Comfort for the still beating heart
As mourning is only for the living
If you could ignore the guilt
If you would quiet your soul
You could let yourself truly see-
And you would know that I am here
Comforting you
~ElizaDeath
