The heavens my roof,
The earth my bed,
With leaves as my downy bedspread.
My ears are hollow,
My mouth a ghastly grin,
My mangled bones eroded and thin.
No veins throb,
No blood flows,
Yet bereaved am I of repose.
My heart is dust,
My hands are cold,
Yet clasped within - a locket of gold.
With holes for eyes,
But yet I See,
The memories of a past - full of glee.
Her enchanting smile,
Her beautiful face,
Her pure character and sensual grace.
My clothes are tattered,
My hair are wisps,
My beloved I call with wordless lips.
A darkness upon me does descend,
The wind howls above my grave today,
But all barriers does my love transcend,
'Coz I whisper her name even as I fade away...
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