Across the graveyard I have loitered,
behind the lavender’s full bloom
haunting dead loves in their graves,
wondering which dream would be my tomb
Can a body lose it’s touch
so far from it’s purpose?
Granite and dirt have dulled my senses
as I live to serve a maimed Bacchus
Drifting aimlessly with my heart in tow,
did I catch your song through my bars?
Faint, as the color on a faded rose,
I questioned myself, while hiding old scars
Your brightly painted wings
drew my attention away from my field of grey
Is it too much too hope, is it too much to feel?
I’d rather risk than be under the willow’s sway
Again I ask, “Do I dare disturb the universe”?
I have sat in lieu, with four broken Romeos
screaming, crying, and living to write
twisted tributes to insidious beaus
How I long to live among the living again
Could I trust you to take me away?
Or would I plant you in the ground too?
I grow tired, and so weary of modern foreplay
Shall I dawn Pandora’s garb,
and hand you my undoing,
ripped from my sleeve?
Or should I be a sad-eyed Portia, brewing?
Lavender in my hair and sandals on my feet,
I am staring out at you through the bars of my past
Can I trust myself to love?
Can I trust you not to laugh?
I shall wait and ponder your flight patterns
I shall guard my treasure in the dark
I have so much to give, if the soul is right
I hope you feel, my graveyard salvation, you are my spark
Of hope…
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