Mourning Thoughts

I got up early this day because I found I could not sleep
and went out to my wife's grave, her company to keep.
I walked the path with eyes closed, as I did know the way
Sitting on the wet grass into me the cold began to creep,
alone there in hiding darkness, I suddenly began to weep.

There was not yet even the slightest hint of coming day
nor of the joys or sorrows it would soon bring my way.
There upon the dew soaked grass a shiver through me ran.
It was dark, cold, lonely and miserable, I will have to say
so much like my life, it seemed,since she had gone away.

It felt I was condemned to be a lonely, lonely man
and the very thought of it, was more than I could stan'.
The emptiness prevented me from knowing what to do.
I was too distraught to even hope, let alone to plan,
memories and thoughts of her, through my mind ran.

Time passed while I thought and before I even knew,
the first rays of the morning sun began to shine through.
It seemed as if through the clouds and trees it did bend.
It shined so bright and sparkled on every drop of dew,
and heralded in this wondrous day, then to start anew.

A shining source of light on which we can always depend,
giving warmth and hope to help our broke heart to mend.
It was like a message to help me with my pain and strife.
To remind me that this moment is nowhere near the final end,
and I must keep on living for those, who on me much depend.

Then I heard the chirping of birds and all forms of wildlife,
singing joyous songs I had not heard, although they are rife;
sounding like the sweet melody as played upon a dulcet fife.
It seems that even though she is dead, she still gave me life
and I know that I shall always treasure, her my darling wife.