wedding poetry

passing through huddled and ugly walls
sweet with fern and rose
in an old chamber softly lit
when the wind works against us in the dark
noises that strive to tear
full of tears
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
we who stood
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
from our hidden places
a flying word from here and there
sad are they who know not love
there was never a sound beside the wood but one