Dying Dreams and Epitaphs

My eyes swept over the epitaph tracing letter and syllable like a finger on braille with each read the lines smudged it all became a hazy blur the message struck my eye with a blinding glare I fumbled on my keyboard keys a blindness setting in like Pharaoh's plague my knuckles freezing and fingers numbing I slipped into a trance as memories convoluted Your poems were always a lively opera each line a saccharine sweet melody each stanza a soothing sip of milk igniting an infant's craving on my palate only suckling your infinite breast of artistic excellence could lull my insomniac mind if you succumb to arrows of hate, if you let this dream sink to the depths of earth, who shall conjure up the magic only your pen can weave? who will hypnotise my senses when reality pierces me? is this how all dreams end in the deathly depths of Sheol? Nightmares awaken from their slumber like Zombies awakening from the grave sweet memories tremble and flee in terror without your words to exorcise my haunted thoughts I wish you'd never bury our writer's dream Shards of your broken heart slice into my dream your bleeding heart hemorrhages my pen your dream is entwined with mine writing an epitaph for yours, buries mine too.