Returned by love

A photo in a silver frame
as from the grave, find a spirit raised
the joy that sat within my bones
the welcome that was ever home

Sweet candy cane the kisses missed
music be the need to speak
for grief its temperance is seeped
 break its grip, when each should meet

A bowl of fruit, was life at best
to perish and yet to refresh
was born to rot and root again
as relatives, hold each sustained

The drift of incense, comfort come  
to dance to see each new born one
and know departing`s gallows are
relit candles, of veiled emotions charred

 Join the march to brief mortality
bright pennants flutter, like the heart that greets
deep conversations without banality
for that time, its hours be ever brief

When newly weds, fate intervenes
white dressed bride with broken dreams
one day return, to reunite
 love its power, the amber flowers delight

Boquets to bear the spirit up
as from the soil in flame erupts
mute sorrow changed to festival
 table set to welcome all

 To replay the headstones words
leave the soil loose, to be disturbed
my corpse wont lie and ever bide
death cant break loves knot, that`s tied