Song of the Weeper
Sombre song is carried by fallen leaves,
that dance and twist on caressing breeze,
words enter my window, I slumber deep,
Into mind and heart her whispering seeps.
She sings to me of heartache and pain,
of kissing her love in summer’s rain.
Under the moon, held in his embrace,
fingers on her skin, lightly they trace.
Tears staining cheeks, her sorrow I feel,
I see her beside him, crying as she kneels.
Haunting tale resounds within my soul,
Their love consumes me, taking control.
Walking beside me through daylight hours,
Singing me to sleep, happiness she devours.
Song of the Weeper, I answered her call,
Forever a slave to her bittersweet thrall.
© Amanda Lancaster, 2006
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