Darkness paints empty spaces
Tombs white as snow,
Angels flying among the crosses
Burning candles, flames aglow.
Bones on the earth
Ivory pearls rebirth
Swinging palms to freedom,
Glowing blessed kingdom
Completely to merge
In hues of yellow-orange dusk.
rosalinda flores martinez
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cemetery-5/
