They Took Me To Your Tomb Last Night Poem by Rani Turton

Far from thinking any such thing, the day
Went in mundane details of everyday life
I was not even aware of strife

The night came as it often does, without any warning.

I slept. I dreamt.

And that night they took me to your tomb
I was dumb.
I stood there, silently, not letting grief show
Grief misplaced, grief that remained where it should
Somewhere. Nowhere. Everywhere.

I remembered soft phrases, I remembered places
I thought of unexplained things
What were your last thoughts and of whom?
Not of me, no, that cannot be.

I was as always, and will always be
That solitary entity

They took me to your tomb last night
I loved you, and passion spoke
And said that it was all right
To grieve and believe, that however
Deep the pain, however wasted the life
That I could silently, with my mind speak;
Speak of reality, of dreams and limits

You were fay beyond words, touch, passion
You were my dream and my pain
They took me to your tomb last night
And that emotion troubled me once again.

Copyright: Rani Turton 2008