A Tomb of Ancient Bloom
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You come in search of love back to the tomb
Beneath the Weeping Willow tree it lies
The place where last you lips brought me to bloom
Where flame of passion danced in brilliant eyes
This very spot is where you buried love
For great was need to soar to other climes
and so you took to wing and flew above
Entombed was I, enshrouded in your rhymes
My broken heart would not be laid to rest
In sepulcher serene, it faintly beat
Believing that someday you’d end the quest
And make your way back here my heart to greet
By Ancient Tomb of Bloom I hear your sigh
Remorse for broken vows you now confess
You turn your face with pain to silent sky
And then you hear the rustle of my dress
Out from behind the Weeping Willow tree
Where I have waited, longing for this day
I stand before you, resurrected- free
With trembling heart, you hear me softly say:
“You’ve come back to this sacred burial ground
Where our love breathed its last to let you fly
And now you see me here; to you I’m bound
...Make love to me, for true love cannot die."
You ravish me, on Tomb of Ancient Bloom
The fragrance of my rose perfumes the air
You press me close and place in hand a plume
“Immortalize with words our love in prayer.”
For Justin Bordner's Tomb of Ancient Bloom Contest
February 20, 2016
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2016
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