Graveyard
In the middle of the graveyard, out of sight, out of sound
Sits the ghost of a boy, all forlorn on the ground
For a graveyard should be a place I am told
For those who have lived, loved and grown old
Around him the spirits from centuries long past
Strain to be noticed, leaving trails in the grass
But they are from then, and he is from now
And never the twain can meet here somehow
The boy stares at the graves and the yews and the stone
It's quiet and empty, no friends, all alone
He's still just a child, his whole life ahead
But here's not for the living, only the dead
Nature grows around him, and covers him over
With grasses and nettles, dandelions and clover
Insects buzz past, night's creatures creep by
The birds and the bats look down from the sky
The sun and moon mark the clockwork of time
As they pass overhead so smooth and sublime
Days become weeks, become months become years
But the boy, he just sits there alone in his tears
Then one day he hears, through the whispering grass
A sobbing so wretched, it stirs him at last
He rises from his spot, all forlorn on the ground
Moves through the graveyard, to search out this sound
And there in the corner, out of sight, out of sound
Sits the ghost of a girl, all forlorn on the ground
Around her the spirits from centuries long past
Strain to be noticed, leaving trails in the grass
The ghost boy moves closer, his soul in a whirl
For he's no longer alone here, now there's a girl
He knows how she feels, no friends, all alone
Nothing but the graves, the yews and the stone
Can this girl see him, is she really there?
Unmoving, her soul sits hunched in despair
He's almost upon her, she raises her head
Is she staring at him or through him instead?
Her pale, tear stained face twists into a frown
As she looks over at him with eyes of deep brown
Then the girl rises slowly and stands on her feet
And he knows she can see him, that they can meet
They both stare for an age without making a sound
As if talking might break this moment they've found
A moment that says 'I'm no longer alone
In this overgrown graveyard that has become home.'
Together they play now, beneath open sky
A childhood forever, a youth that won't die
The graveyard it echoes, with laughter and fun
Of games that they play, that will never be done