christmas poem

better than granite
soft as the bed in the earth
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
master of human destinies am i
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
quietly, with reverance, in awe
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
i hold your heart
my mother taught me that every night
were it not for that singular smell
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
let me be sad