Far from thinking any such thing, the day <br />Went in mundane details of everyday life <br />I was not even aware of strife <br /> <br />The night came as it often does, without any warning. <br /> <br />I slept. I dreamt. <br /> <br />And that night they took me to your tomb <br />I was dumb. <br />I stood there, silently, not letting grief show <br />Grief misplaced, grief that remained where it should <br />Somewhere. Nowhere. Everywhere. <br /> <br />I remembered soft phrases, I remembered places <br />I thought of unexplained things <br />What were your last thoughts and of whom? <br />Not of me, no, that cannot be. <br /> <br />I was as always, and will always be <br />That solitary entity <br /> <br />They took me to your tomb last night <br />I loved you, and passion spoke <br />And said that it was all right <br />To grieve and believe, that however <br />Deep the pain, however wasted the life <br />That I could silently, with my mind speak; <br />Speak of reality, of dreams and limits <br /> <br />You were fay beyond words, touch, passion <br />You were my dream and my pain <br />They took me to your tomb last night <br />And that emotion troubled me once again. <br /> <br />Copyright: Rani Turton 2008<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/they-took-me-to-your-tomb-last-night/
