Colorful Gravestones

I imagine gravestones

The color of rainbows.

Red, orange, yellow,

Blue, green, indigo.

The violets, they grow

Amidst the resting souls.

Once bright explosions,

Now food for the Earth.

I remember the ways

They once reflected light;

Processing energy

Like prism designs.

By the boulevard of death

I sit with the stones.

Bring life to the page

As do colorful rainbows.

The way beauty

Arises after the rain

And flowers bloom

Over bodies

Now passed away.

Tis a Circle this life

The way we feed our connections.

From black to white

And all the wonder

That fills the spectrum.