Cold Cemetery Stone

I awake in a new time and place
fimilary scenery but an age'ed face
quitly the breeze passes across thyne eye,
unblinking, carved in stone
once vibrant now a riddled grey,
I wisper to you softly,
"It seems as though the test of time
has bested even us.
A silent song thats tampered all
we held in trust."
A once golden heart now bronzed and worn away.
you are not what I see here sweet angel,
although this is where you lay.