Sunday, 21 October 2018

Come Back To Me...



Come back to me.

Come back to me, my love

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

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

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