Respect for the Dead

Jennifer Paige©1995

To see the withering grass and sage curl under the feet of a thousand winds

To feel

The earth sinks like moon dust

So soft inside its core

And the remains of the day are filled with the laughter of reunion

The tears of missing the Lost Ones

The same people

Tonight in the sky hangs a sliver of moon

Accompanied by two bright stars

Possibly the twin souls of the dead

And in respect

Bowing our heads as we pass overhead

And somehow the laughter seems feigned even in memory

So perfectly straight are the streaks from the tears

Like gravestones in memoriam

And to see them on his face

 In his eyes

Is sorrow

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