To Touch
Her Hand
.............
Oh sweet slumber
come to me,
stop this heart
that has no
excuse for beating
For my love has gone...
gone far away
to a place where she
be eternally sleeping
I reach out to touch
the empty space
but alas I find
my eyes a weeping
I do forget -
and the sorrow
on my face
makes me touch
her ring
that I have
been keeping
A memory of
a time now gone
where once
there was sunshine
now there is none
And making my way
to her lonely grave
I stop to pause
as the mist surrounds
Reaching out
I touch
the hallowed
cold stone
and fall
to my knees
upon wet
sacred ground
No more will
my love awake
to greet me
with a smile so pure
For she sleeps
in death -
for Heaven's sake
Yet I
can never sleep
no more
She rests in peace
Yet my heart does ache
with loneliness
that forever gnaws
And I would
welcome death
so much you see
Crack open his
gaping yawning jaws
to be with her
this one last time...
and to touch her hand
that once touched mine....
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{c}2010
Wayne Leon Learmond
To Touch Her Hand
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