Of that cemetery's hush, quiet and shush
Where shadows dance and whispers rush,
I wander among them silent still headstones,
Where all my friends lie in graves repose.

Beside the earth, where lilies lie and weep,
In dreamless slumber, they softly solemly sleep.
Their laughter sometimes echo in mild gentle breeze,
Among the tombstones, our memories often tease.

Each marker a story, a life...