Walking after midnight
Past the graveyard of my dreams
So much, now, lays buried there
So many shattered things...

A little girl who bounced and twirled
Who saw the best in all the worst
In the graveyard of my dreams
She was buried, first.

A little wild teenaged child
Who lived her life with flair
In the graveyard of my dreams
She, too, lies resting there.

Just another forgotten mother
Grieving for her past
In the graveyard of my dreams
She was buried, last.

Drifting after midnight
Past the graveyard of my dreams
Not much more than spirit, now
Life took all I was from me.
© kristy ellison flake