An Epitaph Poem by Raj Barath

To these whom death again did wed
This grave’s the second marriage bed
For though the hand of fate could force
Between soul and body a divorce
It could not sever man and wife
because they both lived but one life.
Peace, good reader, do not weep
They, sweet turtles folded lie.
In the last knot that love could tie
Let them sleep, let them sleep or
till the stormy night be gone
And the eternal morrow dawn
Then the curtains will be drawn
and they wake into a light
whose day shall never die in night