Moonbeams
Moonbeams carry to me
Visions of you,
In these visions
You are searching for something,
As I watch I know
Naught of what,
You search for
You search and search,
And cry out in anguish
Looking toward the heaven's,
You cry out for me
But I do not,
Hear your cries
Yet I still wonder,
Why it is you cry so
Then another vision,
Is carried to me
One of you in,
A cold graveyard
Standing over ,
My grave
Mourning your loss.