a soft 

glowing sphere rises within the darkened sky 

clouds move and shift around a glorious moon 

hanging far above the earth below 

beams fall from the huge night light in the sky 

far below 

the cemetrey gates gently creak 

as a cold breeze tickles the oak tree's leaves 

they dance and sway to the blowing wind 

an eerie fog descends upon the cemetery 

thick enough to catch the moon beams 

the graves are aglow with soft light 

the full moon growing brighter with time 

the breeze is no more 

the air is still 

a blankey of think fog is horizon bound 

an abandoned grave is bathing ever so softly 

in the fallen glowing full moon light 

the grave abandoned in the wake of rapture 

no longer the abode of a corpse 

but a cavity in the earth's crust 

the former occupant now far beyond the clouds 

to bid farewell to the moon 

the stars 

the past 

now but a faded memory 

soon to vanish 

the life beyond the flesh is yet to be discovered