CAMELOT FANTASIES

Sombre mood shine brighter by the sunny day
Emotions flooding to the surface
There is no hiding
The shedding of tears having their way
Dripping from the corner of the eyes
A clear cut pathway
Across the cheeks
Silence falls amongst the mourners
Listening to the calming voice
As the pastor speaks
As the sermon proceeds
A ritualistic ceremony
All deaths are rituals
Dipped with various touches of spiritual
Yes, we cry for the one that passed
Yes, we cry for what is unknown
Yes, we cry for the fear of mortality
Is all too clear
When the person who passes
Is very dear
To all the mourners
You travelled across the land
Both far and near

Shaken out of the reverie
Searching the horizon
As far as the eye can see
Doves of peace
Magnificently white
Surely a sign
All is well
As we let it be

~Divine