Mid' a dream,  crawling mist among the graves,
What do I hear? Tis a whisper, the heart craves.

Lost in time, diminishes a hope, loneliness preys upon mortals,
Ghost adrift within the mind's eye though life's cruel dark portals.

Tis' a spell upon me, oh God! My worldly sorrows never do cease,
I care not if I perish away, I cherish the thought of longing peace.

Death, is it a friend or foe, can the souls meet once again?
Thee gentle love lost among beauties only to awaken insane.

Oh nothingness, if I can't hear thine melodious voice,
Hush dear one, I lay no blame, I know it was not your choice.

Silence is the poisonous lasting deceitful wave,
Alas, alone I lay upon the cold cross stone grave.