Treasure Island

Wayne Leon Learmond

(12th March 1963 / Liverpool)

Loneliness When The Dark Brings Tears

When the Dark Brings Tears

I gazed out toward
the cold graveyard
and wondered if
she was peaceful
this night?

Wondered if her eternal sleep
brought to her nightmares
she could not fight?

My eyes gazed from
that cemetery

to my
writing pad
and I did frown

upon remembering
the time she placed
her hand in mine

A delicate flower
so very sublime

The Raven calls
and his echo is clear

'Come to the grave
where I am near
Come look down.'

he seems to say
perched on that stone
where she lay

'For your grief
is strong
but weep not

Have no fear of

For a message I bring
to you this night

for death
is but
a long
long flight

My darling dear
do not fret

I lay in this ground
but I am not dead

I live in your heart
and will not stray.'

And with that
the Raven
flew away...

I watched his form
glide into the mist

A dark messenger

And then
I kissed

the stone upon which
he was perched that night

Giving me hope
that she was alright

For death is the beginning
to a journey's end

As the tears stung my eyes
I knew she did send
the Raven that night
to stem my fears

of loneliness
when the dark
brings tears

© 2009
Wayne Leon Learmond
When the Dark Brings Tears
All Rights Reserved

Submitted: Sunday, June 13, 2010

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