To Mourn

A hint of ethereal insight mixed with nature and the spiritual make this a truly tintulating/sensory experience!

Shivers run dry as I look into her eyes

 No hope is lost in the moon's golden light

 Summertime’s breeze quickly fades away

 I mourn for her as she cries

 You and me is two..the Holy Dove makes three,

 God bless the Trinity,

 Where would we be?

 In time we'll know where love will go

 As we expose who we are

 'Free the Maker'! She screamed

 I warned you of words dangerously spoken

 As we bled words carefully chosen

 The saints of Heaven,

 The Choir of Angels

 All the most Sacred Hymns play back to me

 So, as you crawl on the floor

 Writhing to thee,

Tell me..

 Where has your soul run off to?

Author's Note

Go as harsh or as light as you want on it.