What a loom of withered silver

As it spoons its satins lairs

As the tears weeps lonely tears

Drops of love gone down the glare ...


The heartless door to no return

Screaming at the cursed door

as you walked one last time

Telling me you're never come home ...


The withered silver lies on the floor

Holding my heart one last time

Tulips blooms seems to taunt me

Love dies... as I cry the death of tears.....


What luring pride of caustic nature

The kiss came like a whiplash like no other

That tore my throat in yellow sunlight

That carried him away one last time ...


As the grieving process began

As I lay among the field

In the withered silver snow

You never came back again....



By: Debbie Brooks 2014