I take a drive through this peaceful town to escape the troubles of my own.
It’s citizens I will never meet for their heads are marked with stone.
Some are given flowers as visitors pass by with tear soaked eyes.
Some are on a hill, others under a tree.
I pass the ones who were far too young, even younger than three.
They are with the Lord, and that comforts me.
I find it somewhat strange and yet also comforting.
My secret awasis where the company lies slumbering.
The air is clear and my mind can expand,
Amongst the earthworm inhabited sand.
The flesh does not rule for it has decayed.
For the bodies, a tomb is made.
They cannot speak nor judge or discriminate.
The sun is setting on the town as I walk out through the weathered gate.
Chapels with their amber rays of light passing through the air
It seems as though I’ve been here for days.
With a most peculiar gaze, I leave in a haze.
I will return to my peaceful town
But for now, I leave behind the sleepers’ grounds.