Strolling All Alone ... Across The Ancient Cemetery ...-

Tell Me, Isn't Everything Here ... Of A Timeless Green?!

I See That Several Visitors Are Also Gathered Here,

Having An Idle, Little Saunter On The Old Graveyard ... Just Like Me.



I Keep A Candle Burning For Myselfe, So I Won't Feel All Alone;

We Should Have Done So, But We Never Celebrated Anything Here At All.



A Leaden Weariness Creeps Viscously Like Syrup Down The Hills,

Felling Everybody ... As It Crawls Upon The Monuments ...-

Only I Escape Its Power, For The Moment Seem Immune;

Yet, Two Elderly Ladies, Guarding The Right, The Future Tomb

Are Scolding Me, So Filled With Anger, Filled With Envy And Disdain:

"The Dead Are Furious With You!

As You're Wasting Your Precious Time!"



Now There Are Faces In The Carpet, There Are People Living In The Walls;

I Hear The Dead Are Calling: "sadness Lies In Wait In The Hours Before Dawn!"



These Moments, Fleeting As They Are, They Testify To Us

They Are The Silent Witnesses Of A Season About To Pass;

I Cannot But Admit, Carelessly Ignoring Life's Finiteness,

That I Am Filled With Fear And Worry ... And So Much Shame Because Of This.



Well, Everything I See, Yes All The Images Are Blurred,

It's Hard To Guess The Future In The Short-sighted World.

How Should This Simple Handicap Be Lightly Well Ignored,

Considering The Dreadful Blindness With Which I Have Been Born.



We Should Have Done So, But We Never Celebrated Anything Here At All;

I Hear The Dead Are Calling: "sadness Lies In Wait In The Darkest Hours ...

... Right Before The Dawn!"