Apr 2018
*** in the Marital Bed
Upon a fair and blowing wind, a sound is heard a singing.
A quiet voice with echoed choirs, the bells shall soon be ringing.
Come one, come all, to gaze upon the setting sun of one man’s heart.
For this day shall pass and no more will laugh,
For the spirit will be taken from Love.
Lovers lie,
Back to back.
No whispered I love you’s.
No apology forthcoming.
Something is wrong in Cupid’s kingdom.
The arrow struck gold and bound two souls,
But they are each forever alone with each other.
The winter is drawing in all around them.
They try to embrace and roll face to face,
But words are like daggers, cutting away.
Enough has been done and said in the marital bed,
To leave them to conclude that love is at its end.
A list of affairs, as long as your arm.
This heart has lost every one of its beautiful charms
And through no intention meant and on through regret,
They lay side by side in the marital bed.
An eerie sound of nothingness, sits between them.
Never been nearer to drifting apart.
The stone silence, at last compels them to speak their true feelings,
Once and for all.
And so they start…
And by the end,
The end has come.
Like the sound of a gun,
This love…
It is done.
All that remains of a once true love bonding,
Is scattered ashes, broken pictures and tarnished memories.
These wedding rings are a bargain!
And here once more, the zombie-mind crawls,
Unable to talk about love at all.
His last, is has been said;
He caught his death,
Like the coldness of steel. The life; so quickly taken. The pain so real.
The sacrificed good times when she was his wife,
But those days are lost to fire, she burns his picture,
Upon a pyre made from his clothes,
As she weeps her endless tears of ice,
And in the end all that remains is a stain.
Proof they are through.
Begotten unto you is a message of love,
As dust is to dust; marriage is no longer the way.
Lovers of love lose love so easily.
Lovers are lost to new lovers daily.
Lovers of love lose love so easily….
Lovers are lost to new lovers daily…
So sign your name in blood across my chest;
Bind you to me forever faithfully…
Or leave me for dead.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Upon a fair and blowing wind, a sound is heard a singing.
A quiet voice with echoed choirs, the bells shall soon be ringing.
Come one, come all, to gaze upon the setting sun of one man’s heart.
For this day shall pass and no more will laugh,
For the spirit will be taken from Love.
Lovers lie,
Back to back.
No whispered I love you’s.
No apology forthcoming.
Something is wrong in Cupid’s kingdom.
The arrow struck gold and bound two souls,
But they are each forever alone with each other.
The winter is drawing in all around them.
They try to embrace and roll face to face,
But words are like daggers, cutting away.
Enough has been done and said in the marital bed,
To leave them to conclude that love is at its end.
A list of affairs, as long as your arm.
This heart has lost every one of its beautiful charms
And through no intention meant and on through regret,
They lay side by side in the marital bed.
An eerie sound of nothingness, sits between them.
Never been nearer to drifting apart.
The stone silence, at last compels them to speak their true feelings,
Once and for all.
And so they start…
And by the end,
The end has come.
Like the sound of a gun,
This love…
It is done.
All that remains of a once true love bonding,
Is scattered ashes, broken pictures and tarnished memories.
These wedding rings are a bargain!
And here once more, the zombie-mind crawls,
Unable to talk about love at all.
His last, is has been said;
He caught his death,
Like the coldness of steel. The life; so quickly taken. The pain so real.
The sacrificed good times when she was his wife,
But those days are lost to fire, she burns his picture,
Upon a pyre made from his clothes,
As she weeps her endless tears of ice,
And in the end all that remains is a stain.
Proof they are through.
Begotten unto you is a message of love,
As dust is to dust; marriage is no longer the way.
Lovers of love lose love so easily.
Lovers are lost to new lovers daily.
Lovers of love lose love so easily….
Lovers are lost to new lovers daily…
So sign your name in blood across my chest;
Bind you to me forever faithfully…
Or leave me for dead.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
