Mourning In The Morning

Mourning in the morning,
adorned in black and grey;
face covered by a veil of tears
that will never go away.

Mourning in the noonday sun,
still alone with this pain;
pale flesh masked in black and lace,
tears mixing in with the rain.

Mourning in the twilight time,
walking naked in the woods;
wondering, thinking, pondering,
what to do with your worldly goods.

Mourning in the deepest night,
still naked and frozen in fear;
wishing you had never gone,
My love, my life, my dear.