Mourneress Im numb in my grief

I wish I could dig up your grave And hold you in my arms. And listen to the crickets lullabies, And count the fallen stars. I d like your voice to break the silence Tearing the spider lace. The butterflies regain their wings Once burnt in the sunsets flames. I wander through white hollyhock and yarrow. August is sick and lame. It broke my soul like the bones of sparrow. The moon can t look at me without pain. I wish you could sleep in your grave Like a seed for the time being. Draw strength for life in mourning rain. When comes awakening day. I wish I could fill your lungs With my own breath. Or catch the wind that runs Over the hills stirring the grass. But I m too weak, I m numb in my grief. I m numb in my grief. I m too weak.