Funeral

Poetic words dance across the page,
fighting a war no one should wage.

Rhythmic sounds now reach our ear,
beauty swirling around all here.

Voices which swiftly capture their heart,
simple words that smash your walls apart.

Listen to the manic criers,
crying out their hearts' desires.

Suddenly the room grows quite,
as bell-like voice echoes vibrant.

A little girl stands in her chair,
her eyes of angels held their stare.

She opened her mouth to speak,
but tears from her brown eyes fell neat.

A nonchalent man stood releasing a sigh,
he had no emotions left for those who die.

The little girl ran up the isle with a scream,
she fell before the coffin, "Mommy, is this a dream!"

Suddenly the girl was awake in her bed,
with mixed emotions that her mom wasn't dead.