Graveyard Wanderings

[George.Wright]

So cool and so bright
let us smother ourselves in the vibrance of the starry cold night
and tease our senses to the infrared
watch the magical universal dances of the fairies instead
and follow the silver cords like tightropes to the past
these feelings i have are never going to last
openings to other planes are triggered as we pass
leaving our footprints on the moist dew grass
the headstones are monoliths of arthur c. clarke's vision
that replicate life and the many social divisions
but at night we come out and wander around
etheral mist's around the graveyards of sound
our body may be dead and giving to decay
however our souls they will wander and go far away
but on the crowing of the cock, they must come back
like vampires staked to the inqusitions of the religious wooden rack
for eternity we are forced to sleep and dream our lives away
and it's only at night, that we are allowed to come out and play