Night has fallen upon the city.
The stars are out tonight, and
The Cheshire moon smiles down from her position in the sky,
Illuminating the sleeping city.
From my bedroom window, I would be able to count the lamplights on the street corners
and watch raccoons in the alley, digging around in the scraps of our discards and unwanted,
As I listen to the trains pass by in long shadows, whistling mournfully with the wind.
But Im lying outside, just outside in the backyard.
The dirt beneath my hands dusting me in browns, the grass shading me in greens.
Eyes closed, I am one with the Earth.
The dark has become my haven, my shelter.
Others are sleeping in a dream,
While I am left for an eternal slumber.
My heart has been laid to rest here,
and my soul is gone on the autumn zephyr.
All that is left is my name, which I have long forgotten
Save for my headboard of my immortal resting place,
A faded wooden board with four words:
Greta Hayes, Beloved Sister.