Dancing Light

Moonlight shone on tombstone edges,

the wind whipped the leaves spookily.

The night lingered and made fun of the morning,

as all it knew best was bitter-scorning.

Bleak and cold, were the words etched,

names, were they all mostly forgotten?

Brittle bones, deep below and resting,

silent songbirds were snuggling sadly and nesting.

The night felt like a thousand years,

to a thousand tears that cried up at the stars.

Suddenly, the sun, she rode in on gold and white glory,

piercing the night’s folly and hopelessness.

Tombstone edges felt new bravery,

the names were remembered in the light!

Flowers of fame and delight sprouted,

on the bosoms of those who thought they were dead forever.