An unmetered poem on love beyond death.

Arrive to me, my sallow sweet
And leave this distressing disease
Send white lilies upon our hallowed house
The final wishes of a spinster spouse

What remains of love?
When all the teeth of our mouths fall off
When memory returns to its first yearning
When gray hairs altogether refuse to stand

’Tis beauty that surrounds, yet sorrow that allows
This somber refuge of you, on bare inches from death
A bitter un-beauty, made more somber in reality
Accepting the riverside nightshade in mounds

What remains of us?
Whose vows were sallied once, sullied twice, and forever made solemn
Whose conflicts caused each other pestilence
Whose lives were made to be divine

Worry must my heart each time I visit you?
Cold should be these hands that touch you?
Whatever the Fates allow, I must accept
Wherever you will be, I would not be there

Why then, must the Fates be this cruel?
Why could They not wait for you and I?
Why should all these memories surface?
And why do I long for your nearness so?

Why musn’t we stay here, in this eternity of a second?
Sharing parts of our lives we’ve once had
Tending to the lillies that we’ve once made
And create us an interlude into the Hereafter

My love, permit me to stay here 
To this place where our hands remain woven 
Where the continents shift ever farther
And our spirits have gone past time

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Beloved, shed not a tear
For before I pass, my eyes will bestow their final river
I am here with you, and so will the land bloom—
Earnest to make your tender embrace my tomb

Fret not, for death did not part us
Your soft lips will grace the earth as a bed of roses
Your whispers will be the wind that carries the pollen—
That which tends the lillies from which They gave

Care little of this frivolous world
Of talks between mice and men
By virtue we shall return to its eternal beauty
By dust we shall lift our feet from solid ground

Join me in this frozen life that has been destined
For the insects have prepared our coronation
Ancestors affectionate to gather for our second wedding
A toast in the name of promised eternity

Let these fingers be the firewood to our warmth
Our bones shall be cocoons, the roof of our newfound love
Herein lies our final hearth, our last respite, our stake among the stars
Hide, we must, as others will take our place 

Here we lie, encased in the cold and barren earth
Where ungentle hands accept our dues—
And gives life to the world above
Here, in our sanctuary, this is what remains

What remains is you and I
Forever lying in wait as the skies envy
This gathering of bountiful melody and relive—
This moment again with you

So let us then have tonight—what tomorrow cannot do
That which remains shall be gone forever
My love, heaven can wait—
The angels would have to find us again.