Beneath The Silent Oak

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Beneath the silent oak he lies

awaiting as Death stopped the scree

bright tears no more, no woeful cries

Death sat and spoke to me

                                                            Dear child mine do dry your tears 

                                                           I take  him not for cause of pain

But he is gone we've lost our years

Death gestured towards the rain

See now the life on horizon's bow

see how the sunlight gleams

watch silver drops fall softly now

I know that what it seems-

I loved him deeper than the sea!

Faster than the waves!

Our love burned brighter than the sun!

And now he's sunk to graves!

Death turned his head to meet my eyes

his own were sad and blue 

Dear one you know everything dies

this pain alone is not for you

I turned my head, my tears unshed

my face as pale as his

my trembling hands clutched at the thread

My only question is- 

You'll meet again on a farther shore

of crashing waves and sands

with skies and  hills of bright azure

painting sunsets over lands 

My unshed tears fell freely now

my heart consumed with grief

My Dear let me at least allow

to bring you some relief

Relief?! From you? You took from me

my only source of life

my only hope you took from me

with a cleanly sharpened knife

My intention never was to harm

only collect what I am due

be still, soothe now your false alarm

and let what will ensue

Death took my hand and lead me on

Through trails of green and gold

Till summers lease was all but gone

A nightmare to behold

He sat me down on leaf strewn floors

Of burgandy and red

These things you fight, these inner wars

You're not alone

He said

A distant shore as death had spoke

Lay beyond the sparkling tree

The sleepers as their eyes have woke

To sing a melody

And though my heart seemed lone and cold

I reached with outstretched hands

Too feel my lovers song of old

Through distant shadowed lands

My love let me to you come now

My love as I to sleep

My love your song is with me now

As Death turned his head to weep

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