Shadows on her grave

I waited for her there in the moonlight,

reaching into the very meaning of emptiness.

Eyes of blood crying tears of desire,

set aside for this moment to taste my end.

Nothingness façade of my heart denied,

breaking free of this need for her touch.

Sorrowful man of brokenness I stand,

unable to touch the sweetest kiss.

In the skies there is blood reaching out for me,

asked by death to understand what love truly is.

As I close my eyes to imagine what she smelled like,

I realize just how far I have fallen from her.

Her hear paints my sky with purple love so deep,

in waterfalls chased by dragons I know not who I am.

Night falling to the reason of life as she died,

no flowers on her grave just the man who loves her.

Singing to her the songs we used to dance to,

candlelight making my shadows appear by her name.







Johnny Newell