Still day beneath the sun

There is a light that hits the gloom around Shows the footprints round this grave Dried up roses scattered on the mound Honouring the one engraved Will ever the morning Carry away The souls of those for whom we cry Leaving, grieving Seeking, meeting Binding, unwinding Sighing "You" Black procession through the narrow aisles Another's gone for all to see Near the site for one who lost his trials Sleeping neath the ground is me Still day beneath the sun Asking you who is the one And when the day is late We know who must forever wait