Lost Dreams
A melancholy moon shone upon the earth.
Shadows lingered upon rows of tombstones.
I searched for solace in the vast cemetery
But alas, I found none to heal my wounds.
Days had passed with echoes of grief as I looked on.
Somewhere lay my love long buried, as birds above
Sang their melancholy melodies of death’s sorrow.
I sought amongst the ghastly ghosts of yesterday,
Remnants of the dark death that took so many lives.
Cursed Covid has taken many innumerable lives.
I sat on a tomb, beneath a cross, as tears flowed.
Echoes of our laughter seem to be heard in mockery.
The tall cypresses sent shadows across and I felt cold.
A soft breeze flowed all around and dusk began to fall.
Somewhere a beastly bell sounded its closing time.
Stars twinkled indifferently as a half-moon turned red.
Behind me, my love remained buried and lost.
There was no hope of finding any sort of peace.
I left the dead to mourn the dead and went home.
After all, tomorrow is another day, hopefully better.
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