God Grant She Lies Still

"God grant she lies still"

These are the words on a gravestone

Wind, rain and snow kiss her memory

As I kissed her to the rustle of falling leaves

Come back to me my autumn love

In the hour when silence cries!

Sometimes I smell the odour of her perfume

And see the play of shades showing her shape on the wall

I hear the trees outside whispering her name

And I feel a warm waft rushing past me

Then her clear laughter rings in my head

Devoured by a sarcastic echo

And her presence is taken to nowhere

Dissolving in the secret whisper of the night

But I revere these moments...

I recall our erotic dances

To the wail of autumn wind

Her peerless body in the light of the fireplace

Her teasing provocative look

Then her sexy moans ring in my head

Devoured by a sarcastic echo

And her last kiss is taken to nowhere

Dissolving in the secret whisper of the night

"God grant she lies still"

These are the words on a gravestone...