Grief

In the evening light
That shown through the southern gate
Gave me such pause
Exacerbates my heightened maudlin state

I still taste your lips
Dressed in black glove, top hat and cravat
Soon you'll return to me
I'll wait for you in my black mourning jacket

Soon the hour will toll
That the darkness will rejoice in somber
Returning you to me
In your funeral dress and ring of amber


Darkness slowly creaps
Like the delirium of your nightly feast
The nightmarish dream
And all the terrors that the night unleash   

Return from the crypt
Fiendishly outlined by the receding light
Again you will sway
So your soul can come to me in the night

My melancholy state
Tempered by lonelyness, grief and wine
Only the nightly vision
As you came to my room for you to dine

Your face darkly  vailed
My hands tremble longing for your touch
Mornings comes too soon
My broken heart cries out too much