curled and crunched
up against a tombstone
watching the sun sink into the earth.
A fiery sky
hovering over all that has died,
wondering if the dead get to experience a rebirth?
Names of the perished,
people who were once greatly cherished,
illuminated by sunlight.
A resting place for those
who no longer have a face,
the meaning of a life.
The grass is on fire,
desires of the deceased grow
from underneath the earth,
still burning as great as ever.
No longer with the power to speak,
words grow to the surface in the form of flowers.
Almost Forever By Jasen Sousa (Written between age 22 and 23)