I dreamt last night we picnicked again,
in the cemetery under the stars,
and among the soldiers, saints, and sinners.

An we feasted upon our love and supper,
the Apple, it was so sweet,
with no serpent tempter, but our own curiosity.

This time you revealed to me your secret, the Secret,
That love is the creative power in the universe,
and hate, its antithesis, the opposite.

And you told me to forgive him,
Because I would keep myself in chains until I did,
But how? He took from me my purpose, my life.
Half of me lies in the ground with you.

And we fell asleep under that clear autumn sky
In each others’ arms for the last time,
Then I woke alone face down on your grave.