by Wendy Strohm

It is dark and I’m full of fear

Hold me close, hold me dear

I feel the cold right to the bone

And are we sure we are not alone

And now I think, why are we here

My memory is not so clear

The signs we see have only led…

Me to think perhaps that we are dead

My dear we are not what we thought

The illness was not all we caught

I love you dearly but I see you now

It does not really matter how

I hear a footstep by the church

I would not be found in some search

Come let’s hide before we’re seen

In this pallid moonlit sheen

And so let’s move into the yard

Where all these graves stand our guard

And here I see are two still fresh

Come my love – now let us rest

©Wendy Strohm 2014

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