I'd claw at the stars,
and tear them from
the draped canvas of my shroud
if I had to lay, cold and still
on the frigid slab of a lonely night
spent without you...
I'd bridge the swollen stream
that corrupts your road,
and throw my worthless corpse
upon your flood, to ford
a path on which, your bleeding feet
can cross towards the distant banks of contentment...
and I'll die happy if, until that day,
I feel the warmth of your soft lips and friendly whisper
kiss my grinning cheeks until the last moments
as my dreams decay.
