Mount Joy Prison ( A poem for Crystal R.I.P and Kenny)

They used to call it the joy
But this was when i remebered
what that
was

And time has passed since then

my lady sits wrecked with greif
As do i in this mocking cage
whilst we commune on this
astral plan we share
and i imagine her touch

My weary soul knows
that i'm only a tiny fragment of her pain
And this hurts

 As i cant comfort her
Cant whisper those words of ambrosia and sweetness to her

Longing for that familiar kiss

That Warmth


And she has no one now apart from me
And all that love and security
that which enveloped and nourished
us is
gone

She will be a tear that stays in my heart forever