Not Quite Juliet

In rivulets of moonlight,
Where the dead are dreaming still,
Come memories of wishes,
That float past as they will.
And in floating mists of sunlight,
In which the flowers bloom,
It almost seems forgotten,
A far and distant gloom.
The twilight’s auburn twinkle;
The sunset’s violet glow,
The winter of the sunshine,
And a summer in the snow.
The sunshine in the rainfall,
The stars in cloudy skies,
The winds still in the tempest,
A void peppered in heaven’s eyes.
And in the twilight of the year,
In the rows of dusk and dreams,
In the shadows under all the hills,
And the mirrors of what seems.
In the branches of the oak and yew,
And shadows of the moon,
The leaves frozen without a care,
A sad but golden tune.
The sparkling jet-dark eyes,
And skin pale as the frost,
A night of love and longing,
The dawn of all we’ve lost.
Your voice there in the autumn,
Drifting upon the wind,
A velvet touch, the soft caress,
All of our hopes within.
Is death even an ending,
When the fruits of summer fade,
Or simply our new beginning,
The song of truth we made.
And will I ever see you,
If the words you said held truth,
Or will I be lost to drifting,
Another broken youth.
I miss you so, my darling,
My honey and my sweet,
The curse that was upon us,
If ever should we meet.
How do I stop the questing ,
In the shadows of my thought,
The crying or the breaking,
My soul will slowly rot.
I choose now to forget you,
The hope amongst the mist,
Ill forget all of our promises,
And the growing up we missed.
Did you think it was romantic,
Or even somewhat brave,
In horror but to thrust a knife,
And lie within a grave.
It all depends on all time,
And a moment but too soon,
Can break apart a future,
Silence the sweetest tune.
You lying in the starlight,
So cold and oh so still,
Your lips still held a promise,
On the cold and autumn chill.
Do I live now as I have lived,
Too broken to ever mend,
That day I lost my lover,
My true love and my friend?
Good bye to you my darling,
This song will leave my lips,
I leave you to the darkness,
Though my heart the missive rips.
A warmth beneath the snowfall,
And a river in the sand,
You still here beside me,
Holding me hand in hand.
The wind will not cease its blowing,
For the death of you or me,
And water still is running,
To an endless, salty sea.
So how is it, my twilight,
My summer and my dawn,
That time has all but stopped,
On this hill I stand upon?
The wheel is ever turning,
Too soon ‘twill  be my turn,
So Ill live life to the fullest,
Let the eyes of heaven burn.