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Lanterns in the Mist
The dusk arrives in silver threads,
and softly, one by one,
the lanterns wake among the stones
to greet the hour's sun.
They tremble through the drifting fog,
a trail of gold and grace,
and guide the mourners down the rows
to each beloved place.
No voice is raised, no step is hurried,
the grieving walk with care,
while flickering light rests on the names
of those who once were there.
So let the lamps keep watch tonight,
through mist and winter's breath,
for every flame is a small remembrance
that love outlasts the death.
First Light Over Stone
Dawn spills gold across the silent graves,
and every name grows warm in morning's glow.
The grass, still beaded with the night's cold tears,
begins to shimmer, trembling as it knows
that light has come to touch the sleeping dead
and lift their shadows softly from the ground.
No bell is rung, no voice is raised in dread;
the quiet hills receive the sun's sound.
One sparrow lands upon a leaning cross,
and sings a song that asks for no reply,
while gold drifts slowly over moss and loss,
as if the day itself would not pass by.
So let the sun keep kneeling where it falls,
and let the stones remember what it calls.
Votive Dusk
Beneath the hush of cedar and stone,
the candle trembles, small and low,
its amber tongue, a patient flame,
that lingers where the mourners go.
The lilies lean in pale surrender,
their petals cut, their stems unbound,
yet still the glow finds softer curves
and paints their whiteness gold around.
No wind dares snuff the faithful light;
it holds the names upon the marble,
and gilds the blooms that gave their brief
and fragrant lives to grief's gentle gamble.
So let the wick burn down in peace,
for even in the fading hour,
the flowers keep a borrowed warmth
and love outlasts its fallen flower.
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