YOUNG LOVE

They would meet in heaven one day,
Two angels,
a kiss goodbye on earth.
The trumpets sound,
Harps echo in the mist,
A golden light turning to shade
the lost angel alone.
I'm lonely here in heaven she cries.
My love on earth still keeps a vigil by my graveside.
I'm gone one week and see him weep.
Still troubled by their last goodbye;
it was on the path
a crossing bridge to walk,
she fell into the water.
Her drowning body white and cold
his touch so warm and gold.
Gold sunlight her next journey
past the milky way.
And still the bridge for crossing rumors sadness,
a remembrance of the moment
of a jump it did see.
The trees and birds gasped in fear
but words they could not form.
The sign do not enter
gently set aside.
He enters through the darkness
a firefly in the night;
his only guiding light
held loosely in his fingers,
released to fly,
in circled motion goes
into the dark tree branches.
The evening ghost appears
in the sky,
those clouds that drift across the moon
in ghostly form they take
haunting him
and guilt of an accident.
Her white cold body lay amongst
the marshes edge.
She drifted though
to heaven and knocking at the
door
was led into the waiting room
for lost souls lost in heaven.
The marsh it covered her
with moss and earthly debris.
She was not missed
for many months.
Her seclusion was all her own.
The world had stopped revolving
until the marshes called her home.
She lay to rot and feed the earth
in the area where she lay
and the guilt he felt
in his own timely death
was only to his soul.
I did not mean to harm you
I did not mean to hurt
But I met you in my darkest
moment
and felt a need to feed the earth;
and so as she desired
he put her to her rest.
The waiting room is waiting
he knows this all too well
and he knows she is an angel lost
for soul to be taken.
Into your waiting room you'll wait
he says;
your waiting room in heaven.
And she saw the weeping
and she knew to weep was weak.
So she cried no more.
She went to the door to heaven;
knocking,  knocking;
no answer.
Alone in the waiting room she returns;
and  God entered into the
dream.
Away I shall take you
to a place you'll forget
any hurt pain or sorrow
she brought upon herself.
Knock went the tree as the lightning
crashed down;
the thunder
and the rain.
The do not enter sign
placed once again at the entrance to the
bridge.
He's moving faster now
down the road;
drenched clothes
and frightened.
She all alone in the marsh her body lay
and her soul in the waiting room this
day.
Moving faster as he approaches
the dead end
His vehicle in waiting
his soul now haunted
for he knows
that she is waiting.