Reflection of headlights in the dog's eyes

 
There's nothing like walking the dog
on the Dia de los Muertos
where the veils between the worlds
are thin and the air is thick with the smell
of marigolds and incense.

In the twilight of life and death
the shadows dance and the whispers
of those who left echo through the night.

In this sacred moment
the living honor the dead
with altars decorated in vibrant tones
candles flickering like souls in the wind.

To be taken away on a night like that
is to be embraced by the unknown
feel the cold kiss of mortality
and the tender touch of eternity.

A journey into the heart of darkness
where love and death are inseparable
and the soul finds its true reflection.

In the silence of the tomb there is a beauty
a stillness that speaks of forgotten dreams
and the eternal dance of life and death.

The moon casts its pale light
over the tombstones
and the spirits rise to join the living
in a macabre ballet of shadows and light.

There's romance in this last breath
a surrender to the inevitable
and a union with infinity.
In the arms of death there is peace
release of burdens
of human flesh
and return to the essence of being.

That night the borders blur
and the soul is free to roam
to explore the depths of the unknown
and to find solace
in the embrace of the eternal.

There's nothing like being killed
for being run over on Dia de los Muertos
when you ran after the dog
where the end will be just a beginning
and the darkness will be filled
with the light of love.