2: Upon My Heart Have Lain

Moon flowers let their
Gentle glow
Illuminate the garden
While they sit below

He gently collects a few
From their respective boxes
And hands them to her
She accepts, giving a faint purr

Greenery and night bloomers
Surround the lovers
While they sit and stare
At the noonday sky

Sickly yellow orange
Clouds the sun
Into being a dull red
Even now, the day plants are dying

He speaks, voice flat as the stones they sit upon
'We are dying.'
She responds, tired as can be
'I am aware'

His black eyes penetrate hers
'I love you'
She is solemn as she coos
'You know I love you too'

And, under the pale sick yellow
Two lovers seem to commence
A fate worse than death

His heart is heavy
Not only with the burn in his arm
But the knowledge that she will die before he
And a decision is made.

'All the seasons and the tide
could not tear me from your side
blood nor tear, prayer nor curse
our first house will be our hearse'