My Dying Eyes
Seasons have weathered and withered
Our love all but wilted away
But long I shall stay beside you
By this stone, here by your grave
The gates that I passed, wrought iron
The path stretched narrow though
Many, the distance, passed by
To be here now, here by you.
I sat with the blackest of raven
He says said he carried you yon
He tells of your travels further
On your grave, right here upon
Long I would sit and shall listen
Long he would lend my year
Here I would sit beside you
And I'd shed one single teardrop.
Long I shall sit till I wither
Till I all but weather away
By the hand curved headstone maker
Right here beside your grave
Decay it shall feast upon me
Till I descend back to the dust.
A firm grasp to the ghost of the once was
I shall do now what I must,
The thoughts I shall hold the dearest
Those memories I'll grasp true
Long I shall sit and then after
Right here by, right by you.
I long for that thing that I treasured
Yet nevermore will that thing now exist
Eternally here I'll be waiting
For the one that once death kissed
Tending these feelings trusted
I travel towards total demise
With this stone I shall sit beside you
And I shall dry my dying eyes.
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