Blissful eternal rest

The wind hums low in the hollowed night,
A sigh of souls in fading light.
Shadows stretch where echoes weep,
Memories carved in silence deep.

Beneath the soil, so soft and still,
Lies the hush of forgotten will.
Hands once warm, now dust and bone,
Secrets buried, Stories lost,
Yet all is never truly gone.

The moon leans close, a silver wraith,
Kissing the graves with ghostly streaks.
Though breath has flown and eyes grow dim,
Time endlessly sings its lullaby.
An indefinite turning, vast and strange.

Death is not the end we fear,
But rather the afterlife awaiting us.
A name, a touch, a love once spoken—
Not all is lost, not all is broken.

They can finally rest in peace, a velvet hush of bliss.