Do not be afraid

Riddled in the garbage of cities

there is a place where skeletons lie-

you can go to just be, honor and think

as the wind and the deer wander by.

Roads will always meander slow, 

grass so bright and green-

ghosts will brush and scrape about 

to be heard and to be seen.

But when and where do the ashes settle?

Only Universe knows-

in the sea and in the trees

and in the starlit shows?

In all the ways the ash spreads out,

and yet the sadness stays,

all those glitter-mourned spots on earth

shining with "Do not be afraid."