May You Rest in Peace

I nearly fell asleep at the foot of a tomb stone.
The peace amongst the dead tempted my aching heart.

In the sun, with the company of singing autumn leaves,
I listened with a smile, to the lull of their stillest song.

What magic it is to feel time halt in the presence of the dead?
How peaceful it must be to let breath fly away and be free.

And yet, autumn leaves sing different songs in the company of the road.
Their colors flush with a warmth that shines on passersby.

The brushing lullaby persists through life’s traffic,
and calls often for some to rest under the shadow of the leaves.