Wedding Bells

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.