Restless

One cold February night,
As icy rain tapped my window ever slight,
I tossed and turned,
and for her I yearned,

She passed a few weeks ago,
Now buried beneath the snow,
I thought of her again and again,
not just my lover, but my only friend,

I ponder if she is cold and unable to rest,
I could feel the pain build within my chest,
shivering in her grave! Shes shivering in her grave!

I'll bring her here and wipe her tears,
I'll Preserve her beauty, as it is my duty,
That second the wind picks up outside,
like as if it had something to hide,

Scuffing and scurrying,
no time, i must be hurrying,
Dressed, I when out to grab my shovel,
Not thinking of the possible trouble,

I sprinted past the church, and many graves,
Up the trail that wasn't paved,

As I'd arrived i could almost see her beneath the rubble,
I began to strike the ground, yet not so suttle,
The wind was harsh and mighty strong,
The breeze blew extremely long,

I began to hear her harmonic voice,
Happy shouts and a smile of rejoice,
I replied "Lorraine, I'll Save you from the freezing rain"
A bit too happy and not too sane,

After an hour id finally struck her coffin,
and the withered roses that lay across it,
I pull it open slowly,
Who knows what she might pop out to show me,

Gasped, with my hands clasped,
then opening the rest of the way fast,
Yet nothing was inside,
So upset with damaged pride,

The wind blew harder, the trees began to shake,
Maybe she's awake, taking a stroll by the lake,
I heard her call, I heard her cry,
Begging to learn about how she'd died,
If i saw her i wouldn't lie,

Truth i must see, true i must be,
since she'd never trust me,
I ran and ran and ran,
reaching out with my hand,

I tripped and fell,
deep and far as hell,
and i must of hit my head,
for I then awoke in bed,

Laying in soaked clothes, and by a muddy shovel,
Tossing and turning as i noticed a puddle,
Was I truly outside?
Did I fall or find my bride?

Tossing and turning,
for her i was yearning,
pained by laying alone,
the pain of our empty home,

I miss her, if only i could kiss her,
I raced to the door as soon as my feet hit the floor,

Dodging branches, passing ranches,
I made my way to where she lies,
I could suddenly hear her cries,

As i approached my destination,
I found minor complications,
Her grave had been dug,
the pain i couldn't shrug,

I cried for her,
that i'd never lie to her,
I just miss her so much,
I only wanted kisses, hugs and such,

The rain turned to hard hail,
Hitting hard with no fail,
I made my way to my den,
wondering if this is all pretend,

I went up the stairs and back to lay,
To hear a gentle voice in bed say,
"where have you been, it's almost day"
Lorraine was there but skin so gray,

I awoke with a plea,
looked around but nothing to see,
Just my shovel and shoes behind me,
Nervous I realized, but how'd it come to be,

Is this a bad dream?
is any of this what is seems?
Tossing and turning,
and constantly yearning