Paula's Poetry
Nagging thought of life once lived
Smokey haze but depth it gives
of memories and dreams once cast,
The aching want of time gone past
Feelings strong and sleepless nights
Breathless tears and dreams of flight
As eyes remain there wide awake
'Til God arrives and soul does take
Sensual pleasure, upon a grave
The churchbell bongs, the midnight craze
that sets the scene for strangest love
That awakens every rotting bone
A fog that hides the lovers face
adds to the mystery of this place
which holds the dead, the painful dread
of being caught, but oh please hush
and kiss me, fool, before they wake
and see us here, our souls to take.
Our heat is magic, a stranger love
that arises from the scent of death
within the fog that lingers on
and lifts us higher until it's gone.
The moonlight fades, the daylight breathes
The dead are sleeping, rest in peace.
There's nothing left but you and I.
The strangest love, with death beneath!