memorial poem

lo! 'tis a gala night
one with you
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
desolate and lone
leave the lovely words unsaid
skies they were ashen and sober
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
i went up and down the streets
high walls and huge
do you hear the rain?
why then, must we see?
up from the south at break of day
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways