Bury me in an old graveyard

And let me be.

Where there is no uniformity

Stones as many shapes

As the lives they commemorate

Where there is no institution

No bright fake flowers

No visiting hours

Where there is freedom

Memory without shrines

Graves out of line

Where there is peace

Death is neither curse nor fear

Simply rest between there and here

Where there is harmony

Death at last ends the strife

Between nature and man’s life

Where there is silence

Here dwells autumn and nightfall

Safe from society’s squall

Bury me in an old graveyard

And let me be.