To Touch Her Hand Poem by Wayne Leon Learmond

To Touch
Her Hand
.............


Oh sweet slumber
come to me,
stop this heart
that has no
excuse for beating

For my love has gone...
gone far away
to a place where she
be eternally sleeping

I reach out to touch
the empty space
but alas I find
my eyes a weeping

I do forget -
and the sorrow
on my face

makes me touch
her ring
that I have
been keeping

A memory of
a time now gone
where once
there was sunshine
now there is none

And making my way
to her lonely grave
I stop to pause
as the mist surrounds

Reaching out
I touch
the hallowed
cold stone

and fall
to my knees
upon wet
sacred ground

No more will
my love awake
to greet me
with a smile so pure

For she sleeps
in death -
for Heaven's sake

Yet I
can never sleep
no more

She rests in peace
Yet my heart does ache
with loneliness
that forever gnaws

And I would
welcome death
so much you see

Crack open his
gaping yawning jaws

to be with her
this one last time...
and to touch her hand
that once touched mine....



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Wayne Leon Learmond
To Touch Her Hand
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