Standing Beside Your Grave (Listening To The Wind) Poem by Not Long Left

As you were lowered into the unknown
tears fell and heads were drooped low.
Scattering of moist soil-Our final goodbye
One last look at the blue open sky.

A petal gentle sky with hushed winds
quiet enough to hear angel's wings.
Circling you, loved ones cried in despair.
Heavy grief lingered and became our air.

Standing in a crowd yet grieving alone;
as memories of the past began to roam
a silent chorus of sadness was heard
without the utterance of a single word.

Flowers scented with another mans gain
The red and white roses spelling your name.
Your eternal bed seemed so very small
Love must have muted age's warning call.

When did you become so weak and frail
Your once cherry face had become so pale.
Your passing was so sudden; I was unprepared
For that acceptance was something not shared.

Do not judge me for the tears not shed
For in my heart you was not yet dead.
Mentions of shock, and comments of denial
a clasp of the hand 'it may take a while'.

Lest we never forget your smile nor face
shall we forever return to your resting place.
Let us always remember your words of wisdom
Words you can share in your lords kingdom.

It is so quiet; I am listening to the winds
In the distance I can hear those angel wings
So sleep now my special gentle love
Take your rest in the white garden above.