The Graveyard Wedding

The children of the graves whisper about a carnival,
Our satellite, lustrous sensing their arrival.
The morbid yard is festooned with the Orchids,
Its sweet scents traverse with the message of placid.
Crimson skies wave goodbye to our sun,
Violet skies welcome for some fun.

The man recalled that marriage isn’t a collateral,
The bridge called Love is always bilateral.
The damsel checked her sinuous braids,
She is shining like a cullinan, accompanied by her maid.
She hasn’t forgetten those nights that aired his serenade,
Today is not another day they spend on a promenade.

Lotuses swim beautifully in the dead yard’s lake,
Vermillions boogie to the hisses that banyans make,
Myriad collages on butterflies entertain the flowers,
Nature’s kaleidioscope rotated to another sparkling shower,
Through the mists fall those lillies, a treat for aesthetes,
Our eyes always chase nature’s comeliness like an athlete.

The Colossus couple spit fire from the Devil’s arch,
The Knights rose their sheild for a welcome march,
Their arrows of fire penetrate the clouds in the sky,
which looks like a black cloth stained with a white dye.
The ghosts shred their steel uniforms to grasp some air,
Hide on the banyans to scare the neo-nuptial pair.

The couple walked with their hands tangled, on the altar,
Their grace has poured life into those hardened mortars.
The dead’s jeremiads shaped like flags, waver,
Their hollow hands throw lillies onto the altar and they glitter.
The dame has her diamond shining gloriously in the dark,
The festival has just begun in the human’s final park.

Breezes promoted to gusts, make the trees jerky,
The couple dance under the celestial marquee.
The lake caresses their feet defining the word ‘bliss,’
Through its reflections ghosts steal a glimpse of the couple’s kiss
Alive or dead we are all prisoners of God in all the worlds,
Puppeted by him with strings of bond that knew not of old.

The mountainous gates are closed to grant some privacy,
A note on the cemetery gates showed punity for heresy.
“Don’t you leap in like a frog
and get buried under a pile of logs
Don’t you come for this Graveyard Wedding,
Make our ghosts decorate your face with apple pudding.”