The loss of William millfield

Upon a gentle pillow of down, the cold night pin drop still ,and conscious reality wanes then flickers dim, when dreams are life, vividness  pure I sense thy  presence a midst the gas lit garret chill.

 whence thee came amid  fanfare's colliery brassy bright, drifting graceful atop fretted field swathed, thy gown of velvety crimson caress , pouring comfort upon these tearful eyes frail.

Though lashes twined , though life’s fears door knocker rap, though drift I, from slumber to wake ,I see thee love ,I feel thee love our lips tender through thy silken veil.

 Oh,how I fear for thee, swaddled among lesser celendine earth,your grave unmarked ,but by  the paupers impoverished stone ,my nails doth carry the clawed loam as I have wept under winters bitter hold.

How I little care for this life’s shackled gaol, this solitary echo rebounding off crumbled wattle and daub, as I have neither Strength nor courage to pass,to your domain just a longing a mourning, an outstretched hand, the hand you  reassuringly clasp.
Thy, yearned tones so mellifluous ,thy wraith like presence overwhelms, our trembling lovers touch doth shudder mine soul, though taken from me, your silence mind whispers me, of our awaiting peace beyond this mortal pale. 
 
Recollections of solstice  past , beneath  seasoned meadow’s only tree ,first honeyed kiss and shared  ribston  pippin  bite.  Upon Larks   head   hitch   swing , we would sing ,of the fireflies dancing delight. And I would smile and stretch to the sun and feel blessed to be blessed with  someone ,so orchid rare lost sonnet first heard ,I will love thee till at last, my days are done.

If dreams be life,then lifes a dream full of emptiness and lost love pain, but close my eyes , openeth my heart,I  will see thee,I will see thee plain.

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