Let the cool night breeze
Brush the cold soil from your body
Let the full moon
Chase the shadows from your soul
Let the Raven's wing
Mark your path
And let my song of heartache
Guide you home.
Come back to me.
Come back to me, my love
Let the Raven's wing
Mark your path
And let my song of heartache
Guide you home.
Come back to me.
Come back to me, my love
My tears will wash the grave dirt
From your cheeks
My arms will soften the harshness
Of your passing
My heart will beat not for myself
But for we two
And we shall know again
The comfort of the other's presence.
Come back to me.
Come back to me, my love
I hold no fear for the greyness of your pallor
Nor do I fear the corrupt passage
Of deaths seeping sap
No mortal purpose could dissuade these arms
From holding you close again
I fear only the absence of your touch
The retreating proximity of your desire.
Come back to me.
Come back to me, my love
And lie with me beneath the chiffon shroud
Of the night's black sky
Whilst I drink deeply of the merciful potion
That will speed my spirit outwards and onwards
To walk, once more, with yours.
And with my last, lonely breath
I shall speak your name, my love
And we shall embrace eternity together
Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard