Here comes
the wedding scene
In the colds
of May
Hanging
about the silvering eyes
With the
briskness of candle flame.
Going over
the previous ages
All the time
counts
Blues in the
shades of grey
Speaks out.
Speaking of
the troubling query
The old man
thinks
What would
have been otherwise if
Had it not
been like this.
And again
the heart sinks deeper
To where
this interrogatory led
And here
comes the wedding scene
Rousing the
dead.
With all the
years that is left of him
In a smile
these aged lips fell;
Dances the
weakened heart of this old man
To the sound
of wedding bells.
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