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.