Grief come, around me gather your dark veil,
may its embracing shelter harness in
cries of anguish from my mouth, misshapen
by the horror of seeing love wasted.

Grief come, and bestow on me your promise
of the light that dwells within despair,
lingering in my heart and body, still
winding through my night and day imaginings.

Grief come, disperse the daily distractions
from coming to the comfort of your arms.
Sacred basin for my font of weeping,
shut out day. Let my heart beat be with yours.

Grief come, in measured cadence with my dirge,
make it grave with disintegration's aim.
In rivers of sorrow, I am humbled
by limits of time and being mortal.

Soon the castles I have built will crumble,
with time's passing, no one will know my name
except Grief, who's come to abide with me
so that I may know again the face of Joy.