Lover's Death: a poem
Posted: Mar 30, 2006 6:11am
Every year i come to the cemetery
our journals of love,i do carry
Three years have passed since my lovers death
With his own, he took my breath
Shadows around me move on their own
I see a face made of sacred stone
My darling angel, where are you now
To live this life, I don't know how
Staring at me this jilted moon
Who never had his, over which to swoon
six centuries shared, has turned into six feet
the wholeness once felt is now incomplete
i hang my made and weep at our separation
the full experience of what is now desperation
As i hang my head, I don't know why
But i feel eyes watching me as i cry
When will the season of winter pass from my heart
And i know, it is when we're no longer apart.....
our journals of love,i do carry
Three years have passed since my lovers death
With his own, he took my breath
Shadows around me move on their own
I see a face made of sacred stone
My darling angel, where are you now
To live this life, I don't know how
Staring at me this jilted moon
Who never had his, over which to swoon
six centuries shared, has turned into six feet
the wholeness once felt is now incomplete
i hang my made and weep at our separation
the full experience of what is now desperation
As i hang my head, I don't know why
But i feel eyes watching me as i cry
When will the season of winter pass from my heart
And i know, it is when we're no longer apart.....