I see a lady on a raft and she is dressed in a red attire with a wooden stick in her hand, probably a walking stick or a makeshift paddle and she is surrounded by little lamps for illumination. I feel that she is on the shore to mourn her dead.
Oh, Death where is thy sting?
Oh, my love where are you?
Oh, my love you can't just go
Oh, my love please come back to me
I stand tall on river eerie
I've been here for hours now
I know you can hear me
I know you are seeing me too
We are not meant to be apart
We have just started something sweet
We are yet to accomplish the mission
We are yet to glow for the world to see
It's cold out there
I know you feel it too
I have made some lights
To keep us warm
Ain't you making any moves?
Ain't you seeing my weary face?
Ain't you making any haste to come to me?
Ain't you seeing...?
I know you are tired already
I will tarry awhile
I will be patient just for you
I will keep the fire burning
Honey! You can't move your weary feet
Towards my raft for us to sail away!
The cold is becoming unbearable
I am already freezing
I see the divide is much to bridge
I see we can't sail away!
I see the gulf - too big to close
I am disheartened
You'll forever be cherished
My lights will guide you home
And also keep you warm
To the onward journey.
Adios!!!
This is my entry for the @freewritehouse - "A picture is worth a thousand words".