Walking Home Past the Graveyard

"Wandering properties of death
Arresting moons within our eyes and smiles
We did rest amongst the granite tombs
To catch our breath


Worldly sounds of endless warring
Were for just a moment silent stars

Worldly boundaries of dying
Were for just a moment never ours


All was new
Just as the black horizons blue

Then along the bending path away
I smiled in knowing I'd be back
One day"


~"In a Graveyard" by Rufus Wainwright