No other place quiets the chatter in my head like the graveyard.
Silence, tinted with rainbow flashes… Whispers.
Meaningful whispers.
Whispers that take true effort to flash in on a sigh of a breeze.
Rustling Leaves.
Long and perfect fields and the constant flow of a well-kept house.
Clean Stones.
Love.
Grief and Tears.
Ideas.
Thoughts.
What ifs…
So much quieter than in this realm. So much more important.
Safety.
There is no tolerance for the uninvited.
Wolves at the gates.
Safe.
Surrounded by a multitude of spells from a thousand years, a thousand lives.
Spells to bind the souls to the ground. Bind the souls to the air. Sentence souls to eternity only God knows where…
Sometimes they’re not quite right. Not the same as they were a thousand years ago. The memories dull.
Wolves guard the gates.
Sometimes mistakes are made.
Peace is here for some.
Misery for others.
I am honored with an invitation today. Staring down at the smoothly raked sand. Rows over ancient bones…
Just another graveyard.
Just another beautiful peace.
and I say…
Come out of here with me today then. Let’s walk around, mingle with the living.
There is no soul that can party like an ancient one.
Deep breath of cool damp air.
Old ghosts that want to dance.
I do love to dance.