THE CEMETERY I cant be completely sure But I still feel shes always close. She wore her black bridal gown &held a bouquet of poppies Her smile was sullen, almost a frown Her eyes as dark as the darkest seas. She wore a veil of winter mist. It clung to her like a shroud, enveloped units silken host. She seemed to float above the ground I called her name, she looked at me staring through her tears. Lost in thoughts of melancholy. The black-est eyed blank stare. Was her mind framed on thoughts of us, or merely lost in another time? Maybe she remains in the past A past that is no longer mine? If I could turn back the pages To where my story began way back on the very beginning To rewrite &start again Then i would write her a love song To her, what she meant to me I would put to right, all the wrongs That brought about her misery. In another time, another era Almost beyond the boundary of memory. Only a wisp of which I remember A fleeting gimpse of what might have been If only I hadnt lost her. If only i knew why she left Then maybe I could keep us together Safe from the clutches of death But now when I look to the future I see a life spent alone &nomore intime shallhold her Ill just hang around the cemetery to mourn & I swear I see her, now&again, cast in the shadow of a lost soul. She never seems to know who I am. &I feel im left out in the cold Then Im back on a moment from the present A sudden quiver of deja va It seems Im going through it all again Enveloped in a whisper of truth But how can this be, it seems so real. Fresh, blood,bones--- Alive! I can taste I can smell, I can touch I can feel! I cannot be the one who died! She does not remember me The way that we used to be. I did see her standing Alone in the cemetery It was really her But she was not the ghost And now I know for sure She lays flowers to commemorate her loss.
Posted on: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 22:58:12 +0000
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