As it fell out on a long summer's day,
  Two lovers they sat on a hill;
They sat together that long summer's day,
  And could not talk their fill.

"I see no harm by you, Margarèt,
  And you see none by mee;
Before to-morrow at eight o' the clock
  A rich wedding you shall see."

Fair Margaret sat in her bower-windòw,
  Combing her yellow hair;
There she spyed sweet William and his bride,
  As they were a riding near.

Then down she layd her ivory combe,
  And braided her hair in twain:
She went alive out of her bower,
  But ne'er came alive in't again.

When day was gone, and night was come,
  And all men fast asleep,
Then came the spirit of Fair Marg'ret,
  And stood at William's feet.

"Are you awake, sweet William?" shee said,
  "Or, sweet William, are you asleep?
God give you joy of your gay bride-bed,
  And me of my winding sheet."

When day was come, and night was gone,
  And all men wak'd from sleep,
Sweet William to his lady sayd,
  "My dear, I have cause to weep.

"I dreamt a dream, my dear ladyè,
  Such dreames are never good:
I dreamt my bower was full of red 'wine,'
  And my bride-bed full of blood."

"Such dreams, such dreams, my honoured sir,
  They never do prove good;
To dream thy bower was full of red 'wine,'
  And thy bride-bed full of blood."

He called up his merry men all,
  By one, by two, and by three;
Saying, "I'll away to fair Marg'ret's bower,
  By the leave of my ladiè."

And when he came to fair Marg'ret's bower,
  He knocked at the ring;
And who so ready as her seven brethrèn
  To let sweet William in.

Then he turned up the covering-sheet;
  "Pray let me see the dead;
Methinks she looks all pale and wan.
  She hath lost her cherry red.

"I'll do more for thee, Margarèt,
  Than any of thy kin:
For I will kiss thy pale wan lips,
  Though a smile I cannot win."

With that bespake the seven brethrèn,
  Making most piteous mone,
"You may go kiss your jolly brown bride,
  And let our sister alone."

"If I do kiss my jolly brown bride,
  I do but what is right;
I ne'er made a vow to yonder poor corpse,
  By day, nor yet by night.

"Deal on, deal on, my merry men all,
  Deal on your cake and your wine:
For whatever is dealt at her funeral to-day,
  Shall be dealt to-morrow at mine."

Fair Margaret dyed to-day, to-day,
  Sweet William dyed the morrow:
Fair Margaret dyed for pure true love,
  Sweet William dyed for sorrow.

Margaret was buryed in the lower chancèl,
  And William in the higher:
Out of her brest there sprang a rose,
  And out of his a briar.

They grew till they grew unto the church top,
  And then they could grow no higher;
And there they tyed in a true lover's knot,
  Which made all the people admire.

Then came the clerk of the parish,
  As you the truth shall hear,
And by misfortune cut them down,
  Or they had now been there.

My little brother and I found this glass circle underneath our grandmothers house.. I give to my brother for him to keep and he gives it back to me for me to keep. We always switch off.. Its very beautiful, It looks alot like a crystal.. I at times look through it with one eye.. It makes everything look so very clear.. I decide to go for a walk one day and take it with me to view nature through its clear eye..

Its not to hard to remember. In fact I see it as clear as I see a lone white cloud in the sky through this glass eye.. On my hike, or walk or whatever u may call it I decide to stray of my usual path.

I walk toward the underpath of the forest were the creek ran.. And there is where I saw it. It was someone else.. It was someone who needed to be alone. And they truly needed to be for one reason.. And that simple reason is "No one could know what they were doing." Someone turned out to be several people..

I stayed hidden in the shadows of bushes and trees.. I watched, I listened, I saw.. They were putting them into the dirt.. A soon to be lost grave.. It looked as if they were burying a family.. My heart raced and beat loudly I could hear it..

And then they all vanished into nothing! As if a shadow faded in to darkness.. The grass went from yellow to green in an instant.. The dry creek had water once again.. Am I crazy!?

I felt something warm in my pocket and noticed it to be the glass circle my brother and I found.. It was warm and had changed color to green.. I looked through it and it shined! As if I hit the rewind button I saw them again burying the family.. Oh my god! What is this thing? We have had it for over 30 years.. The next thing to do is get a shovel.. For I may be the witness to what seems to be a very old crime.. I suppose this glass circle is and eye to the past.. I have not been able to get it to work again since that day.. And it turns out there was a family buryed there.. In fact they were all murdered..

I found myself against your shirt.
Buryed deep in your grace.
Don't you let go of me.
Your tears smell of sadness.

You pulled away and now I'm sad.
I'm growing up old and mad.
Synthetic smiles
Seen for miles.
I wish I could feel you one last time.
To tell you it would all be fine.

Life is beautiful like the warmth I used to feel between us.
Your a sudden drop from my heart.
I'll try and think of all the happy things we used to do.
Pay attention to the detail.
Certain smell
Texture taste.
The more I remember the more I destort because certain things we did can not be recreated for the pleasure of my mind.

Hard and warm
Soft and cold
Safe from harm
A tree shaped by a mold

Once was living
Cold and dark
Now has no feeling
Buryed in a park

A park with others
Just the same
Buried with fathers and mothers
Well some the same