Flowers for your heart, a minute of my soul, Eternity’s last dance, death’s bell did toll. I feel the thunder as my body releases the tears, The echo of screams, as death’s reaper, nears.
A candle I place upon your grave this night, Praying for your transition from darkness to light. I try to catch my tears, alas what madness is this? Oh, my heart if only I had one last kiss.
© Cynthia Clark