Death By Dawn
The earth gave up its secrets,
you were gone with the morning's dew,
covering all that thirsted for a sip.
The soil turned into a softness,
dark, warm and tightly contained,
a drop of dew's left on your lovely lips.
When the moon shines tonight,
I will walk beneath its light,
determined by my quest.
Lovely are the stems,
clutched beneath my fist,
white lilies for your chest.
A drink is what they crave,
the sun spoils it all,
a tree provides some shade.
I visit you often,
waiting for the day,
when my beds made with a spade.
No one could ever know,
the depth of love that grows,
beneath the darkness of night.
Shadows fall each day,
behind my broken heart,
as I wait for the next moonlight.
In black I cry,
the moon lights my way,
my steps are weary at best.
My tears quench a thirst,
for the lovely lilies I have picked,
to lay upon your chest.
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