Still Day Beneath The Sun

There is a light that hits the gloom aroundShows the footprints round this graveDried up roses scattered on the moundHonouring the one engravedWill ever the morningCarry awayThe souls of those for whom we cryLeaving, grievingSeeking, meetingBinding, unwindingSighing "You"Black procession through the narrow aislesAnother's gone for all to seeNear the site for one who lost his trialsSleeping neath the ground is meStill day beneath the sunAsking you who is the oneAnd when the day is lateWe know who must forever wait