World weary.......

World weary I wait
Ive a place I must go alone
Though the darkness is deep
And cold,so cold

Barefoot my gown brushes snow
leaving a path that none can follow
A promise to keep
For he waits

And I must go

A promise to keep......

Lord teach me peace
bind my broken spirit
bring me home

he waits
and I said I won't be long
a promise to keep
a promise to keep

He is here.......

he is here
i feel him
each night
as I lay in my narrow bed

darkness thins to gray
and once more
I am in his arms

he
returned from
the thick black nothing
of mould,dirt,ashes

with dew drenched lips
begins to kiss my sweet
memories

only the dawn notes our tryst

by Melanie Bishop