An Old Cemetery Old Poem by Jana Rininger

The mists swirl, the moon shines bright.
No one dares stray here.
They would never desire to,
Unless the earth covers what they hold dear.

Bodies sleep subconsciously
In the presence of their God,
Singing silent songs that decompose,
Under the wild earth their restless souls trod.

The headstones stand pale and somber,
Reflecting the white aurora's glow.
Memories play like broken records,
Trapped inside, echoing lethargic tones.

The world's slow spin cradles them to sleep.
Heavy eyelids come to rise no more.
A thousand sunsets dwindle and pass
Lives that mortality ripped and tore.