The Realm - Sanctuary In The Cemetary

I walk among the headstones that fill the cemetary.
Not feeling the cold touch of death, But the more refreshing embrace of release.
The souls greet me with open arms.
Here I find the Utopia they say doesn't exist.
A freedom from hate and a release from pain.
No more suffering.
The old souls of the cemetary sing to me in harmonious moans.
They are the keepers of this place.
Not the living that stake claim to material properties.
But the dead that allow the living to be here among their safe haven.
A fresh grave has been dug.
No headstone and a fresh mound of earth.
Is this one for me, Gravedigger?
Feeling along the smooth edge.
The cool earth feels comforting under my touch.
I lay within the deep rectangle.
The last bed of eternal slumber.
The calmness of finality.
Where we all find ourselves eventually.
I'm not sure what brought me here.
An odd, overwhelming need to confront my mortality.
My life has been full of disappointments and heartaches.
Visiting my death has bathed me in serenity.
I start to understand.
This is not a place of grief.
It's actually a sanctuary.
What do we really weep for on another's deathbed?
Our loss...not the loss of the dead.
They have passed to a far better place.
Perhaps we cry because we have to stay behind.
They have found a peaceful santuary.
We still fight the battles of life.
The torments of the day to day grind.
We cry because we wish to trade places.
Give ME the eternal bliss!
Isn't that the reality of it?
I look up from within the deep rectangle.
Smiling, I whisper to the spirits above.
Caressing each word as it escapes into the night sky.
"I am ready...
Cover me..."

Written by Jeff King