In Black Mountain Veterans cemetery, rows of white marble stretching into the mist, my beloved crossed the twilight bridge of stars, just when the early daffodils rose through the snow, the mourning moon weeps pearl light upon his repose, Death has no rule, no conquering of our cherish, separation's sting only passing, his kisses still bless my lips, as, one day, my breath will no longer draw, then, O God, You'll reunite us once more.