Yellow our Tulips.

Deep shadows creep pale moon light no sound

Chill is the air of this past hallowed ground

I stand still and silent though heart beating pounds

‘Midst broken lost graves overgrown Ivy bound

She comes to me here at this sorrowful place

I cry with her torment kiss tears on her face

Gather her to me and gently embrace

Our sweet memory our love and her grace

We dance once again to the Nightingales song

Tenderly turning the full moon night long

‘Till Blackbird does herald the break of the dawn

And alone once again I stand as she falls

Back to the deep earth ‘neath for to sleep

‘Neath bright Yellow Tulips that grow where we meet

‘Till full of next moon ‘till this promise I keep

Together again for to dance and to weep.


1 Comment

  1. Javits said,

    January 21, 2008 at 10:45 pm

    Essentialy, emotional.

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