Tonight we raised the dead
In the morning buried it
Under the pillow of your bed
Never to be resurrected again

Black ink melted by the side in the road
tiny puddle trickles along
draining any message or words to decode

Only an unopened box still wrapped in a bow
footprints dug out of dirt just walking away
singing coming from inside brings tears to the soul

Showers bury a gift connected to another
blanketing with fog eerie howl shout from a far
moonlight glows red peeking in written words my lover my lover

Music continues from where It may
still roaming unattached who was or is
Many years to pass will they finally lay

I bury my heaving *****
Beneath a carnival of flowers
Until the hope
Outweighs
The fear

these bones that you carry
buried under deep sorrow
that a child feels upon
losing his favorite toy
the euphoria of silence
that a woman feels upon
the loss of her love
the creeping insomnia
that a painter feels upon
losing faith in his art
the music plays like fire in his ear
that a poet feels upon
the loss of words
someone holding him down by the hair
that a mother feels upon
the loss of her child
she screams there is no greater pain
these bones that you carry
you were only supposed to bury.