The Eve of the Funeral

The gravestone carved in flowers
And a pierced, unbeating heart
"That when one goodness end, another start."
The air so chill and empty
Leaving our clasped hands bone dry
"Though you be gone, let passion never die."
Your fingers rigor mortised
'Round my smooth and tarnished ring
"A time not long gone by, forget no thing."
My dammed up tears unready
To release unsteady pain
"Since sunshine be of beauty, so be rain."

"With not of pow'rs below or pow'rs above,
With no salvation for this fading love,
When I hath given all that I couldst give,
O pallid, dying thing, o would you live?"