Grieve a dying day.

 Sky in various parts would call it summer eve, and tempest love would grieve a dying day, but honoured stars invited nights sweet diligence to sway, In a courting gesture the heart complied In light of everything while hours burn Yearning for the essence of a souls embrace, rocked by whimsical lullabies To take rest in peace and love in the arms of the great enduring sleep To wake in beloved arms and hold Where once the night belied the cold To be of flames the rises sun, and mornings light with rendered tears Would there immortal fears subside Where angels glossimer then provide A luminary starlight fair, in locks of auburn flowing hair, transfixed on loves great tribute calls, on the silver moon And black night falls But call the mourning as a sweet reply And love beyond death willed to fly In light of sorrow where he laid Whilst the heavens music played.