She brings flowers and respect
Noticing her arrival on this sun hazed and dazed afternoon
it's late goldenness still current in the sad everywhere of about.
Rank upon rank headstone announcements of past lives
some illegibly obscured by the darkening of age and lichen
gently agitating the memberships of the living
with untroubled duties of remembrance.
A beloved epitaph beckon's mournfully
weave's it's details into the fabric of regrets and sighs
prominently pronounced in the privacy of her thoughts.
In passing, I turn to look
see the diamond-like glittering of tears
starting to rivulet down her face.
This place is of our glorifications and celebrations
rightfully being required in equal payments of both
coinings of love and recollections
she and I will give unto those who wait for us in eternity
spending each one until the gilded rays are almost fully retracted.