The Day of the Funeral

Light cascading down from the dark night sky,

The ring of soft silver bells.

Rain in the meadow, and grass freshly cut,

The dark colliding with day.

The sweet caress of Sunlight's rays,

Lilies blooming 'round the stone.

The laughter of souls I can no longer see,

The tears, they roll down my face.

Reviews

[Rahul]

Aww... your tears're rolling down your face, wash them pretty because your tears're not tears but they're pearls and ever pearl's working as a diamond because your beauty shines whether it's a day or a night and diamond always shines whether it's a day or a dark night. you're the first ray of the sun light... your smile's a light of moon light so, don't cry dear. Everything'll be fine ;)
I liked this piece, it's not you who dropped this piece here but it's your heart that opened up your true faithful words. You've written it from your heart. I adore your this poem. Keep writing dear friend :)