So softly upon it the ground
it is where she sits
forgotten of lore
of a tragedy so long past
Gripping on a dream destiny
it is yesterdays of tomorrow
they swim in the pools of crimson suffering within her mind
forever angels kiss her crimson tears of sorrow
The pillar upon which she leans so heavy
a monument of cold stone
representing the strength of love taken
let it be on this eve
forever a kiss to memory
take my hand lady of sorrows and dance with me
© (1-04-10) Greg Constas, All rights reserved
