Monday, May 2, 2011

Even IN Death

The waters wash upon my feet I stand here waiting at the edge for my love.
The night skies are dark  and the stars are bright I seek your face I pray.
Oh the depths of my soul still is haunted and bleeds at last by your memory
My Song is carried by doves in the early morning over the ocean it brings
Time will not heal this pain nor encompass this agony left in mine heart.
How I long for the swallows to lull me to slumber that I may sleep in peace.
The rain is like ice upon my flesh and coldness in mine throat I bare it not.
When death comes to me I shall greet it with joy for then I know Ti's you I"ll  see.

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