There is this place that I crave

In a tunnel near a grave.

The air is still, the night is bright.

My eyes stare ahead at you in the light.

Not far from me, but too far to hold.

Both motionless, resting in the cold.

A breeze passes by and leaves brush the ground.

Fog stirs past without a sound.

Our love that we promised till death starts screaming.

I wish I could see you other than when I’m dreaming.