We see the beautiful stones
that cover the human bones
and instead of a living breath
we see a field of death.
But upon closer inspection
we notice a different detection
because we see the years of life
of a honored husband and wife.
We get a newer interpretation
from our closer observation
that life has been celebrated
upon ground that is consecrated.
A field of beautiful memories
of so many human families
still cherished by the living
in a testament of giving.
We think of the great black hole
defying all that we know
and wonder what emptiness it contains
that tries to suck all that remains.
Like an incomprehensible nothingness
that battles the void of some-thingness
forever in check with an invisible hand
that perplexes the mind of a human.
And it seems so much like a power
as this beautiful feeling we flower
that takes our breath away
giving meaning to night and day.
The day eats the night
and the night eats the day
feeding both with light
and the darkness displayed.
