Christina Poem by H E Alexander

I peer into your soul on this jaundice stained page
with every beautiful word that I read.
You raise me so high on your vair hung silk stage,
then your nib scores so deep that your sadness bleeds.
I recite your lines in dark morbid dreams of the day,
my mind echoes the weight of your grief.
I will remember you now that you have gone away;
your verse my true faith, my solitary belief.
O Christina, your sorrow weeps through my tears,
you uncovered your heart, so cold in death.
Much have you given me in my melancholy years,
I am close to you now, just one small sad breath.