a soft  glowing sphere rises within the darkened sky  clouds move and shift around a glorious moon  hanging far above the earth below  beams fall from the huge night light in the sky  far below  the cemetery gates gently creak  as a cold breeze tickles the oak tree's leaves  they dance and sway to the blowing wind  an eerie fog descends upon the cemetery  thick enough to catch the moon beams  the graves are aglow with soft light  the full moon growing brighter with time  the breeze is no more  the air is still  a blankey of think fog is horizon bound  an abandoned grave is bathing ever so softly  in the fallen glowing full moon light  the grave abandoned in the wake of rapture  no longer the abode of a corpse  but a cavity in the earth's crust  the former occupant now far beyond the clouds  to bid farewell to the moon  the stars  the past  now but a faded memory  soon to vanish  the life beyond the flesh is yet to be discovered