anniversary poem

noises that strive to tear
do i like it
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
melancholy days have come
perhaps it is no matter that you died
daughter, thou art come to die
shades of night were falling fast
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
i had over-prepared the event
when i was a boy at college
we break the glass whose sacred wine
uplifting, as the wind blew
the little white prayers