The Dead Slumber

the dead slumber
in their stone beds
with names etched out
on their head rests
bad weather comes
with storms beating
but the dead sleeps
nothing will wake

the living weep
for their great loss
loved ones have gone
they've cross over
with their maker
they now reside
as the dead wait
for the coming

as the wind howls
and an owl hoots
their ghosts now stir
through evening mist
moss covered stone
with names fading
memories lost
as time goes by

sleep on dear friend
I`ll not forget
your good deeds
you did for me......

 © Lissie Poems 2014.