For the ***** of penitent your memories bring
I yearn for your beautiful smile
When the curtains with zephyr swing
My heart stops and wanders a mile
Where did you go my love?...
While you left in my soal your magical mark
I lived my life against your dying one
You held my hand tight in frightening dark
I slipped it off in my bright sun
Here in the moor purpled with heather
I stand on the edge, looking at the cross
Remembering the gazebo we built together
Taking the last breathe in painful remorse
I step into nothingness to reach my everything...
My first poetry