Passed Away
They said you passed away
when the night was deepest
just before the dawn
with the birds yet to sing
when all alone in your bed
you lay fast asleep
as Death dropped in
when you were dreaming
of they knew not what
though it was of me
who was far away
across heartache
in times lost
where you and I
once dreamed of a future
that was not meant to be
Yet in your passing
you called on me
as I slept alone
but in my dream
I saw your face
smiling softly down on me
as was once your wont
and you touched me
tenderly on the cheek
kissed my brow
then stood gazing down
and your face said it all
though you spoke not a word
but goodbye all the same
which you never said
in all the years long fled
I awoke troubled
by your walk
into my dreams and by
your face untouched by time
and wondered why
you had come now
at the closing of your days
when in all the yesterdays
we spoke not on the phone
nor wrote a single word
yet had I in those times gone by
when you found new love
and I seemingly forgotten
been a restless wraith
who walked in your soul
and haunted you troubled heart
They said you passed away
but not where you had gone
when you left before the dawn
with no birds singing
though perhaps with Azrael
the Angel of Death
you sang as you went
but at the graveside where I stood
it was dust to dust
ashes to ashes
and a dirge
I did not want to hear
nor any other dark lament
yet to those standing there
with tears in black
I was a stone stranger
who remembered our laughter
and your silent goodbye as I
dropped a red rose down on you
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Comments: 36
I agree with Wilhelmine on this one: An exceedingly fine lyrical work of depth and haunting power.
when the night [is] deepest
just before the dawn
with the birds yet to sing.
Azrael is her name and she is the most gentlest angel of them all. Such is love and such is truth! Blessings.
Hauntings can be both so sad yet so beautiful because of a love, once upon a time, that just wasn't meant to be.
Wistfully sad while tinged with the aura of age.
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