Tombstones and Ashes

Tombstones and Ashes

The tombstones mark where dreams have died,But from the ashes, new ones bide.In graveyards where ambitions lay,From shattered hopes, fresh visions play.Cemetery plots where shadows creep,Hold dormant dreams in endless sleep.Where once the grandeur faded slow,New schemes and desires start to grow.The epitaphs of goals unmet,Birth the seeds of future’s threat.Eroded stone and whispered blight,Cannot stifle dreams’ rebirth in night.Though tombstones witness dreams’ decay,New aspirations rise from clay.The crumbling graves and mournful dirge,Give birth to hopes that reemerge.Each withered dream a fertile plot,For future visions to be wrought.