Lines to sunset

This day I shed all my armour,
I feel your love unseen.
This day I smile with my heart,
I feel the love it has seen.
This day I am at my broken bridge,
I feel not alone within.
This day I row unto the sunset,
For darker places we have been!

(In continuation to --

1. Three lines to tomorrow
2. Three lines to heaven

)

A murderer's epitaph

These waters run with blood,
The stones be stained red!
What was killed stays dead!
Trust was but small coin,
Love but that small stead,
What was done is but a long rope,
For trust to live, love sustain.
A murderer needs a grave,
Little does he expect salve,
For the forlorn hopes of salvation,
He but pens his epitaph!

By me

And when the blind would see,
For then the ripples would playful be.
But then hope is yet to be forlorn,
These blind eyes shed no tears or glee!
That what I found was never lost,
This heart yearns for that it fought,
The breath that my summer was,
Forever in lost songs will be sought.
Of dark is not love born,
Nor into the dark will it be,
The moments that shone bright,
To my grave will lie by me.