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A day late and a dollar short, but here it is none the less

 

 

 

VALENTINES EVE

Valentines Eve

The sun is setting
As she prepares her for evening
After dusk dinner with her lover in gardens over there
Basket of love all wrapped with love and flair

She sets down the cutlery
Pours two glasses of red wine
A dozen roses she places on the tombstone
Candles flicker surrounding the grave

She clinks glasses, too you my love
I smile meekly, taking a sip
She whispers how she misses me so
She gently caresses me and sings our song

The moon is out, so full and bright
We dance entwined, both past and present held tight
She seductively sways, in the candle lit night
A lone tears appears upon her cheek

I am silent, intimately studying her face of sadness
She knows I love her, even from below
The wind and the sky both tell her so
Her tear stained scarf falls right where I lie

I smell her perfume, her passions my soul keeps
The night becomes chilly, for our tears so weep
She lays down beside me, holding me in stone
She whispers you shall never be alone

Before sunrise, up she is her basket packed to go
She places one black rose upon me as the clouds part way
She returns to her reality and me to my grave
Turning round she speaks these words

You can never leave me
You can never go
You are always beside my heart
For I love you so

In the morning sun
The grave keeper is mending and pruning things just right
As he walks over me, I am startled a wee bit with fright
You see I had a dream just this last of nights
That a lover came to whisper devotions and hold me tight

There was no woman, no lover, no visitor to my enclave
For even the dead and soulless, have dreams from underneath
My hell on earth is to be buried right here in earthy toils
Knowing no lover will place a flower at the foot of my grave

The wind blows 
Leaves twirling up in the sky
The wind blows
A black rose falls upon my grave
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Chircop Avatar
February 22, 2016 at 11:40 AM
Im sure the dead can dream ..and the difference between the living who are left to mourn is..that yhe living might dream ..and their dreams end up in loss,but the 'dead' ..The dead already have what they dream of before they even ask..Thats how 'me thinks '. : ),but my thoughts are. 'Opeless at times .: ).Your poem is sad but so beautiful..It describes so well the ache of absence. .and the emotions of undying love.Reminds me of one of my old fave. movies.. 'Ghost ' . A fave.
Vaso Avatar
February 22, 2016 at 3:50 PM
Thank you Charmaine, such lovey words from you as usual! Hugs
Matta Avatar
February 19, 2016 at 4:12 PM
Touching and impressive!
Vaso Avatar
February 19, 2016 at 7:40 PM
Thank you so much!
Nance Avatar
February 15, 2016 at 12:50 PM
awesome, you are a great story teller, and you send chills and all sorts of things through my blood :)
Vaso Avatar
February 19, 2016 at 7:37 PM
Oh la la!!!! :) hugs
Godwin Avatar
February 15, 2016 at 11:52 AM
WOW with capital letters. Your mind travels to places mine does not and I am all the better for it. Love the creativity, the drama has such a great kick. I'm impressed ... CayCay
Vaso Avatar
February 19, 2016 at 6:28 PM
LOL Thanks CayCay, all fiction of course!! :)
Horsman Avatar
February 15, 2016 at 7:47 AM
With imagery like this arthur, able to dream in the next phase of life we call death. wonderful.
Vaso Avatar
February 19, 2016 at 6:26 PM
Thank you Harry, much appreciated!
Andresen Avatar
February 15, 2016 at 3:49 AM
- A unique Valentine poem, well done Arthur ! - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Vaso Avatar
February 19, 2016 at 6:26 PM
Thank you very much Ann Lise! Hugs
Smith Avatar
February 14, 2016 at 11:10 PM
Lot to dwell upon.... I'll be back... Have that work thing to do
Vaso Avatar
February 19, 2016 at 6:17 PM
Thanks Tim, TGIF
Hicks Avatar
February 14, 2016 at 10:10 PM
Has this become Dream-ception?? Ha ha ha. By the way ... I think you meant to say "For I love you so" not "for I love so" ... just thought I'd point out!
Vaso Avatar
February 14, 2016 at 10:17 PM
Thanks Tim, now point me to the bar! LOL
Hicks Avatar
February 14, 2016 at 10:01 PM
Wow, how dramatic. It's meaningful and yet quite eerie. I don't know where you come up with these unique story-poems, but they sure give me odd feelings after I read them. Did the dead at long last receive his Valentine's rose; do the dead really dream? It's all opening to interpretation. If this is the Valentine's poem you mentioned in your blog, then I'm not sure what you're talking about. I thought it was quite good!
Vaso Avatar
February 14, 2016 at 10:03 PM
That was the idea, who was there, who was dreaming, him or her! or the graveyard maintenance guy! LOL thanks Tim
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