I open my eyes
I find tombstones.
My body is creaky
And my hair smells musty.
Did I dream it,
Or were angels dressing me?
I wear all black;
What a foil to their white robes.
I look around
There are cracks in the ground.
Do no flowers grow here?
Do stars grow here instead?
I close my eyes.
I open my eyes
I find my new home.
