Loves on Graveland

These loves on the grave,

Are not as red as roses you can crave,

These loves will be laid,

And be read on my ground,

Resting on the slabs,

Beneath the shadow of clouds,

I heard the sky in silence,

I doubt whether heaven is that silent.

I asked YOU:

Why the heaven today is so silent?

It makes me doubting your existence,

Is it after death, all left are silence and deep slumbers?

That Heaven is in fact not here,

Only humans on Earth adorn your garden in beauty?

Mimicking your existence

In the ample yard of graves.

Then I heard YOU whispered,

“Heaven is only in your mind,

The silence is of your mind,”

I could hear my own voice in my own whisper.