She Floats Among The Graves Poem by Lance Carthen

Elegantly persuasive she floats through the night
Enchantingly pleaseant she is quite a sight
Floating above the graves like a lost tidal wave
Crying and searching amongst the many names
As the consistent dawn rises she slowly fades
Until there is nothing left except the sounds of mourning of an unknown face
The birds sing their symphonies throughout the bright day
Their happiness seems drowned by a slow rising haze
The darkness starts to set it and the haze takes shape
It takes the shape of a woman walking amongst the graves
She walks with peculiar posture and in a certain way
As you try to near her it seems she just floats away