SPECTER

In my valley of tears, I long forgot 

Meek mankind’s only fire— 

That song of love mine ears heard not

‘Til you graced them with your choir. 

An ode to the grave you sang to me: 

“‘Til death we’ll never part” 

Your lost Lenore, your Annabel Lee, 

The object of your heart. 

And though we know these hearts one day 

Will weaken and grind to a halt— 

Our souls will dance as whitecap-spray 

In our tomb of sea and salt. 

O Choir— My Choir, 

The psalms you’ve sown 

Fill my arteries like nectar— 

So when what's left is dust and bone 

You'll serenade my specter.

a love poem from last christmas :)