Garden of Tombs

Wild dreams in a garden of sleep,

I still see you there.

Only for this aged love I can enjoy,

I will wait forever for your return.

Warmth of the sun on my face comes from your heart.

Precious is the angel that sings of the song “mourning of death”,

mercy for the lover that listens to this angel.

Glimpses reminds me of those moments in time,

where we loved the birth of a new day.

Starving our affection in the moonlight,

naked under the seasons.

This shared breath finally was exhaled,

sapphire snow is a memorial in my heart for you.

Alone I watch the end,

closing my eyes to this sorrow.

Loyal to you as I age on the pages of heaven.

I know that my soul has decreed to the Goddess of my heartache.

All I can do to let you know that I still love you,

by this note I will leave on your headstone.

Prayers left half-written,

pain that is half-sober.

Listening to a writer’s soft cry as the romance dies.

The love we had was strong,

now I can sleep in my bed.