The Groom

Within thy reach the tearstain dries
While specters let go of molten skies
Asking what ages must now rise and fall
Ere we know what conquers all;
Falling wrapped around daylight
From so lustrous a dizzy height.
One star breaks through
The horizon’s lucid hue
To stare on the corrupted land
That trembles now below thy hand
As thou the runes upon the stone
Ask, “Have I died alone?”
Recalling the golden echoes
The veil upon thee throws:
Echoes of breath by thy side
Of she who was thy bride.

To caress eternal thy specter’s wont;
Dreaming of arms thou wouldst haunt
When thou this wide earth depart
With a stir yet in thy heart
A rhythm yet awake
The grave cannot hope to break
That in solitude of the airless tomb
Will set the flowers into bloom
And ah for her thy spirit shall wait
At the pearl of the high gate.