I am surrounded by roses.
\nIt\u2019s not time to leave these graves.
\nThe latch on the door of life is open.
\nBeing dead is being calm,
\ncomfortable with beauty.
\nBeing young in a different way.
\nLike touching the rafters
\nof a room,
\nfeeling the awe of innocence
\nforever.
\nKeeping the mouth shut and the heart
\nopen.<\/p>\n
What is mortality?
\nYears weighing all the same.
\nTo run and breathe then rest in peace
\nwith jars full of fireflies.
\nTo press flowers in the album
\nof our souls
\nand open it on a rainy afternoon
\nto let them fly away.
\nTo not end.
\nTo not despise a grave.
\nTo read names on cemetery stones
\nand cry,
\nto know how wonderful it is
\nthey lived.<\/p>\n
They\u2019ll come back.
\nWe\u2019ll return.
\nBeing outside is where we are.
\nBeing inside is where they are.
\nWhere we\u2019re going
\nwe share together
\nthe indestructible glory
\nof our lives.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am surrounded by roses. It\u2019s not time to leave these graves. The latch on the door of life is open. Being dead is being…<\/p>\n