Mourning Land Poem by Rene Bennett

On a hot summer night deep in a dream
a cricket outside softly sings.
A breeze it blows so cool and soft
as I cuddle my pillow lost in thought.
In my memories I see you there
yet, you're so far away it seems unfair.
Picturing your face and your beautiful smile
I lie in my bed and think for awhile.
Your sweet smelling scent clings to me
as I breathe in deep your memory.
My soul aches and wants you here
excuse me while I cry my dear.
Gently walking through Mourning Land
I reach for you to take my hand.
Suddenly I hear the crickets song
so I open my eyes but sadly you are gone.