Here  I Weep

The bitter melodies of your death keep me turning
Yearning for displacement I lament in your crypt
For sad hours weigh heavy on those left behind
And I witness this from over yonder, lost in the hubris of greif

Torn memories flutter here and there
The pitter patter of fleeting images rush me over
I swollow your rose whole, thorns and all
It tastes of sunshine and moss

In the oceans of my tears I float aimlessly
Out to sea, far and away
Misery but a light house on some rocky shore
Whose light grimly calls me home