I Stood By Your Bed..

I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.

I whispered to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
“It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea, you were thinking of the many times your hands reached out to me.

I was with you at the shops today, your arms were getting sore. I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today, you tend it with such care. I want to reassure you, that I’m not lying there.

I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key. I gently put my hand on you, I smiled and said “it’s me.”

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.

It’s possible for me to be so near you every day.
To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.”

You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew … in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

The day is over… I smile and watch you yawning
and say “goodnight, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”

And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side.

I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see. Be patient, live your journey out … then come home to be with me.





Ruby red lips now mottled with blue. The face that once mocked falls silent and still. Her long shiny locks all matted and dank, near perfect skin drained of life shaded grey.
The depths of her eyes bore deep in to her soul, window left open yet no flicker of light.
Cold remnants of heart presenting no fresh clarity.
Her shameful disgrace so crude and obscene, exiled from kin no chance for return.
Lingering unrest resides thick in the air, assumed liberation from this mortal coil.
She lies poised, tainted by the radiance of corpse, consumed by the sweet sickly aroma of decay.
Death boasts the darkest of attractions she’d thought, her nightmare life In death set free.
Foreseeing new hopes for forgiveness and peace, her status renewed amongst the realms of deceit.
But death does not beckon her on this night nor the next, no place to repent no redemption found here.
To late to turn back path long since closed, eternal damnation now all that is posed.

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