Lean with me upon this tomb,
And listen to the silence that follows.
Darkness creeps across closed eyes,
Igniting dreams beyond these stones.
Feel the weight of naked bones,
Pressing ages isn’t cool rich earth.
Find refuge between marked ground and stone,
As you exist within the pressing silence.
A field of whispered secrets surround,
As your heart beats unnaturally loud.
Now lay you down to rest for now,
Before the end draws near.
Listen to the silence that follows so close,
And lean with me upon this tomb.