wedding poetry

grieve not for the invisible
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
passing through huddled and ugly walls
made up of loveliness alone
gaily through the fields we danced
as i lie roofed in, screened in
why then, must we see?
did you ever hear of
little park that i pass through
god
rising moon has hid the stars
in all things not spoken of
a few more windy days