Monday, January 13, 2014

The Endless Vigil

Alone at night
An empty bed
The truth will call
You to the dead

Flowers in my
Hands of snow ice
Trembling, falling
With grains of rice

Waiting watching
Looking on ahead
Empty words promised
Call from the dead

Stars dying out
Twinkle buh-bye
Bouquet thrown up
High in the sky

A vigil in solitude
A vagabond's death 
With you all gone
Tonight's a vigil endless