in a graveyard

Rufus Wainwright

Wandering properties of death
arresting moons within our eyes and smiles we did rest
among the granite tombs to catch our breath

worldly sounds of endless warring
were for just a moment silent stars
worldly boundaries of dying
were for just a moment never ours

all was new
just as the black horizons blue

then along the bending path away
i smiled in knowing i'd be back one day