Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Each fallen leaf

Each day the morning consumes my heart in tears,
and this picture of you is a trace of those forlorn years.
As the waves creep into the infamy of twilight time,
the melancholy of autumn tells me the sadness of this rhyme.

The day seems endless my love, the hours tease forever,
the coldness of the night says to me that you are not here.

By the window, the sadness of each fallen leaf taunts me,
yes I have nothing, but I have this dream of seeing you again.
To thy beauty, the sword of Achilles has knelt but this I pray,
Be with me, I'll be by your side 'til God taketh this life away.