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Feb 2017
Beneath the silent oak he lies

                                   awaiting as Death stopped the scree

                                  bright tears no more, no woeful cries

                                            Death sat and spoke to me

                                                            Dear child mine do dry your tears

                                                           I take  him not for cause of pain

But he is gone we've lost our years

                                     Death gestured towards the rain

                                     See now the life on horizon's bow

                                         see how the sunlight gleams

                                    watch silver drops fall softly now

                                                                                    I know that what it seems-

I loved him deeper than the sea!

Faster than the waves!

Our love burned brighter than the sun!

And now he's sunk to graves!

                                Death turned his head to meet my eyes

                                             his own were sad and blue

                                  Dear one you know everything dies

                                           this pain alone is not for you

                                  I turned my head, my tears unshed

                                              my face as pale as his

                           my trembling hands clutched at the thread

My only question is-

                                                                    You'll meet again on a farther shore

                                                                                of crashing waves and sands

                                                                     with skies and  hills of bright azure

                                                                                  painting sunsets over lands

                                      My unshed tears fell freely now

                                       my heart consumed with grief

                                                                               My Dear let me at least allow

                                                                                        to bring you some relief

Relief?! From you? You took from me

my only source of life

my only hope you took from me

with a cleanly sharpened knife

                                                                          My intention never was to harm

                                                                                   only collect what I am due

                                                                  be still, soothe now your false alarm

                                                                                       and let what will ensue

                                Death took my hand and lead me on

                                    Through trails of green and gold

                                   Till summers lease was all but gone

                                            A nightmare to behold

                           He sat me down on leaf strewn floors

                                          Of burgandy and red

                                                            These things you fight, these inner wars

                                                                                                     You're not alone

                                                       He said

                               A distant shore as death had spoke

                                   Lay beyond the sparkling tree

                               The sleepers as their eyes have woke

                                                  To sing a melody

                             And though my heart seemed lone and cold

                                    I reached with outstretched hands

                                       Too feel my lovers song of old

                                      Through distant shadowed lands

My love let me to you come now

My love as I to sleep

My love your song is with me now

                                   As Death turned his head to weep
Jamie
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Jamie  Pittsburgh
(Pittsburgh)   
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