A Door and Three Windows

A narrow tree-lined path leads up
To a studded oaken door,
A door that opens wide for some
But for my love, no more.

Music and warmth behind the door
Embraces those within,.
But here beneath a darkening sky
I find no welcoming.

Three leaded windows cast a glow
On her cold unyielding bed.
A narrow plot beneath a tree,
No pillow for her head

Through coloured panes the light spills out
And splashes on the stones
A painted blanket for the dead
That cannot warm their bones.

I hear her on the sighing wind,
I see her in the mist,
I long to touch her gentle hand
Her lips that can’t be kissed.

My lady can’t be followed now,
Her soul has taken flight.
The door is closed forever,
The windows hide the light.