We saw nor death till death arise,
And minutes in a moment fail-
but absent, as the hour longs
to hold the breathing of a man,
Oft I remember those that passed before-
as by a magnet, those whom are not dead
gather in the restless space for comfort.
And in other days to which the heart shall miss,
Memories of a past shall be brought forth-
as the darkened room remains
he shall sit in silence with me again,
We’d watch those wartime films-
and now I’d watch alone
Oft I remember those that passed before and now,
In the world we cannot see;
they await for the gathering of a family.
Lee Hepworth
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-saw-nor-death-till-death-arise/
