Poetry: Beloved Dead

image2-1Beloved Dead

Our beloved dead

Do not lie below the ground

They are not

Entombed

Encrypted

When this journey ends

Another journey of light begins

The stars shine in the sky

Each marking a great soul departed

Lighting the way

For those left behind

Who are lost

Our beloved dead

Exist above us

Constantly lighting our way

About Maison Moonchild

A Canadian gal that firmly believes words can change the world. An avid reader, writer and Halloween enthusiast. She has a special interest in communications and writes for pleasure and profession. She moonlights as a metaphysical maven with a knack for creating magical crystal jewelry and holiday accessories.
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