Do you dance upon my grave?
That silken flesh moving like waves.
Do you sing to the heavens?
The grace of you're voice formed to leaven the gloom.
With you're smiling face.
I would dance up on you're grave.
As agony raged like waves.
I would sing to the heavens.
For your soul to follow the way.
You'd see my smiling face.
The earth rotates.
And yet their worlds had stopped.
How unfair it all seemed,
when love had always been a dream.
But through a favored song,
they would forever connect.
Such as the will and promise.
Of equal empath loves.