31 January 2011
From beyond the grave you found me,
A melody – lost and lorn,
Your skeletal fingers caressed me,
My life – no more my own.
From beyond the grave you touched me,
Nameless, forgotten soul,
Your lips of moss – brushed me,
A sigh – my last breath whole.
And as the moon glides softly by,
My breath, on wings, the breeze does find,
Dust to dust,
The fragrance fresh, once mine - not mine.
From beyond the grave you saved me,
A whisper – tender, true;
Your breath I felt beside me,
As my soul journeyed t’wards the new.