Drifter with case in hand

Speaks not of human

Demands

Just takes and give

Lets one die

The other live

For in the day gone by

He loved her

Till the day she

died

Travel well in eyes and face

A mind is but a thing in haste

With a son and fare

A kiss a lisp

A drop of hair

In hidden frame

Escape

Late

Oh no

It is

Never too

Late

As time rebels

A tender tell

Bell rings

Sings on golden fate

Relate relate

It is never late

Love blooms in the room

Doom and gloom

For in her haste

She will make you

Wait

Your turn is but a fathom ghost

Host sought after most

Rebel call

Fall

Fall

It was and is

She holds

You live you live

I am

You are

Remnants

Of bridges burned

In heat of passion

She learned

Ask you shall deceive

A place

A purpose

To believe

Then in ending

Trail

Details

Detail

Ripe fruit

Last of loop

Death claims

No name

No name

Box is closed

Passion same

Fame

Fame

In graveyard on a hill

Over looking

New

Kill

A casket

All in gold

Older than old

She sleeps

He sleeps

A pleasant rest

It is best

To be

On our way

Permanent

To stay

Or not to

Stay

It was and it shall be

A drifter and the rolling sea

Upon a ghost she floats

In poem and story told

Poe my friend I did not know

Her love kept you free

Swimming in a lovers sea