Final Vigil Your hand grows cold in mine Dimming eyes stare straight past me Lost in the final memory of the moment Trailing echoes of Tragedy silence terror grieving Descend and circled around me like wind-driven haze Becoming an intimate narration nourishing my suffering and distress Slowly asphyxiating my soul in a blur of disequilibrium My spirit crumbles As the weariness I've been pushing away all the long hours pours back into me My vigil over you at an end Grey light struggles through the unceasing rain outside Creating obscure specters that steal out from behind the walls and Across your pale lips Ghostly figures crying a dull somber chant Incoherent murmurs mourning your dissolution I pull the sheet over your face and draw the curtains closed And fear overwhelms my heart How will I survive without your love? A selfish question I know One I am ashamed of

Copyright 2001 - M.D. Burke