Whispers Between the Graves (by Peyton Christensen)

Love and dying stroll hand in hand,
Footsteps fading into sand.
One a whisper, smooth and sweet,
The different cold, but bittersweet.

I cherished you once, in mild so fair,
Beneath the sun, without a care.
Now shadows stretch in which roses grew,
Yet still, my coronary heart belongs to you.

Death kindly knocked on your door.
Nothing more, just took your breath.
Because love endures despite the fading of flesh.
A ghost that is unaffected by time.

Every night when I dream,
you appear as a wraith with warm,
outstretched hands.
Let me leave, where silent rivers hum and flow,
if love is death.

In order for me to view your moonlit face,
lay me down in the embrace of the earth.
Because death and love go hand in hand,
two murmurs buried in a sea of sand.