You're Standing on my Grave

~You're standing on my grave
 can't you see ?
 The brittle leaves have finally gone away.
 
 Orchards of your morgue scented whispers
 silently sway to their resting place,
 longing still to feel the fleeting fingers of day.
 Those roots reach and twist tighter around
 the splendor of rest that you call, ecstasy in decay
 
 You're kneeling on my grave
 can't you see?
 Across clear rivers that ran their course to deliver me.
 
 Marking with your eyes the Moon's path tonight
 You can't see the stars for the clouds, I cry out!
 
 You're walking away from my grave
 can't you see?
 The wind slowly pulled you away again.
 
 
 Won't you stay just a little longer today?!