My Beloved
I sit down by your grave
and wish you were here,
you left this world suddenly,
I cry crimson tears.
I long to be held
in your loving arms once more,
but it's too late to
want you back now.
I lay down on the wet earth
next to your grave,
I dream of your arms
reaching out to hold me.
The earth moves beneath me,
a hand reaches up
and grabs my arm.
I am being dragged into
the cold, wet earth,
my dreams came true,
I am with you
for all eternity.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Apr.27/2004
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