Requiem Poem by DM W

O in these brief, solemn hours by candlelight
True faith, hope and warm desire fade from your eyes.
O once your lips were the colour of blood red wine,
Now they're cold and pale as we say our last goodbyes.
Once we were lovers in the summer of our youth,
When skies always seemed so blue and the roses bloomed.

In this solemn, moonless night our visions and dreams;
Our paradise; our future schemes have flown away,
And turned to dust, as I suppose they surely must.
Now the vital gods have fled this desolate place,
As the stars of wonder have drifted from your face.

Bitter sweet is the scent of flowers. In this room
Dwells the darkest of hours. For with each passing
Moment, the distance grows between us. Time stumbles
On in its fashion, and we're left lost and broken