The Darkness Comes. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

The darkness comes
And I am on my way,
to meet you.
I have left everything behind
except the dearest that I own
to be with you.

The night is cold and hard,
The wind is whistling in my ear,
The stars shine brightly down.
The blue moon seems to leer.

I get to the meeting place and wait for you to come.
The Church bell rings, it is midnight.
I wait and wait but to no avail
You do not come.

A servant comes with your letter.
I read it with a sigh.
You gave up on our love.
So it is better for me to die.

I go slowly home.
Deep in the depths of my sadness.
I go up to my room.
To end it, all the madness.
I wanted alot from life.
I asked for too much.
I loved you with all I had.
I loved your kindly touch.

So away I go to my eternal sleep.
The darkness comes and it stays,
And now I do not weep.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .