The village of lights

I find myself in a village of lights

In a warm yet still and silent night,

I wander through but there is no one

But in the background is a strange song,

Drifting on the warm night breeze

Then I hear laughter of small children

But they like others seem to be hidden,

I feel a sense of forlorn pain yet peace

I see painted skulls adorning places here and there,

Yet somehow and for some reason I am not scared

Food sits on tables in abundance everywhere,

Then I realise the strange song on the breeze is a prayer

And that’s when I remembered that moment,

That this is the day and village of the dead

And I am now a resident and tears I then shed,

But then the carnival suddenly appears

And it fills my heart with immense cheer,

That though death has come

I am ready to party and Dane right here.