Stones

Quiet peace and startled souls; find my happiness wandering between their bones.

A careful touch with a longing read; my soul is happiest with the dead.

My comfort is found in the solace of this holy ground.

Mine eyes hear them speak with every word that is read; a language deciphered upon their stone bed.

Somehow a comfort to have them here; a world apart none do I fear.

My comfort is found in the wisdom that is in this ground.

To laugh and talk with conversations had; never a response nor sad or glad.

Many words flow from my lips; and conclusions found among these crypts.

My comfort is found in the softness of unsettled ground.

A coldness for some and invitation for me; harkens back to a time of pageantry.

I become enamored and more aware; of blessings I am given everywhere.

My comfort is found in the stillness of the air above this ground.

An intimate belonging of this life; for no word is so true that it cuts like a knife.

We are all the same and our fate is aligned; found together so very much intertwined.

My comfort is found in the harsh reality encompassed ground.

This makes me alive and fearless to speak; I open my eyes to the adventures I seek.

Awakening my soul to touch and breathe; to feel and love so bequeath.

My comfort is found in the inspiration I have in what is beneath this ground.