Anniversary

The sun gone down into the dark,

The city glowing bright

I’ve been prepared for hours now,

For this important night

My shirt is ironed; pants un-creased,

As daylight bustle is decreased

I head towards our sight

En route I find necessity,

And make a single stop

A dozen roses paper wrapped,

From a convenient shop

My hands are shaking, not from fear,

As to the special place I near

Our quiet, dark hilltop

A place away from city lights,

And all distracting sound

Watched only by the stars above,

And swaying trees around

Warms breezes blow,

All things below,

This lover’s sacred ground

I reach the crest as midnight strikes,

On this important day

And reach the stone set in the grass,

That seemed so far away

I smile though my eyes are wet,

At memories I won’t forget,

Of what happened today

I wish her happiness as I,

Lay roses down below

The marble stone on which her life,

Is carven in a row

I sit with her a while there,

And in the darkness we both share,

Mem’ries of long ago

When all is done I rise again,

To leave her body here

But take with me something of her,

That always will be near

And as I leave the dawn light shows,

And like the dark that shrinks and goes,

My sadness disappears

September

The Summer sun is hot and bright,

The sky a cloudless blue

But this warm breeze blows cold on me,

In August without you

I miss the days I had with you,

But how the time has flown

Now I’m alone this Summer day,

And you’re somewhere unknown

I held your hand when June began,

It never felt so right

As when we kissed beneath the stars,

One rainy July night

Those happy days, a golden haze,

Were far too short for some

It was as if you fell away,

As soon as you had come

Your Summertime has ended and,

My August still goes on

But whether it is over soon,

Or goes on far too long

I’ll meet you in September,

When days turn short and cold

I’ll see you there when trees grow bare,

And leaves turn brightest gold

I’ll see you then, at August’s end,

When all my summer’s done

The wind may roar, but cold no more,

With thoughts of you to come

I’ll meet you in September,

When all the flowers die

And the song of our love story,

Turns to a lullaby

But while the sun shines high above,

And I have life to go

I’ll revel in this season’s heart,

For at the end I know

The clouds will come; the wind will blow

These Summer months away

And I’ll wake up and see you there,

On that September day

I’ll meet you in September

The Box

The coffin black is born along

Through ranks of downturned heads

While all is silent through the crowd

No more words can be said

I watch through eyes that for so young,

Have seen so many tears

As they have watched her fall from sight,

The love of all my years

Somehow this box contains in it,

A world that was mine

A planet closed in wood and paint,

That will decay in time

With loving care beneath the grass,

My only love is laid

And I wait silently until,

The last respects are paid

Now all alone beside her grave,

I watch her resting place

And think again of her when I,

Could still caress her face

I always knew just one moment,

With her was time well spent

But I wish that I knew back then

Just how fast that time went

As I look down at her dark box,

I hold in one hand tight,

Another box of velvet black,

For when the time was right

But that time passed along with her,

And she will never see

The ring in it I would have used

To have her marry me

With no one there to see it done,

I leave within the hole

An unadorned, unopened box,

That holds my heart and soul