The tombstones are
dancing, to celebrate death,
Moving to life´s music,
giving all dead new breath,
Rejoicing in the breezes,
of God´s sweet breathing,
All hearts beneath the
earth, sighing & soft heaving.
The tombstones know, that
no real death occurred,
That it´s not the end,
when the bones are interred,
So they joyfully dance,
instead of shedding sad tears,
Knowing deep down, that
there is no need for fears.
The tombstones know, that
the journey continues,
In another place,
reforming, in ectoplasmic sinews,
They dance through past time,
as life on earth flies,
The wise tombstones know that
real life never dies.
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