My best yet

Apparitions

Stood, anxiously waiting
To make my promise for your hand
My voice in the lofting silence
Seems diminished, yet expands
To call out in the gladness
Remembering in the darkest strands,
Invoking who we were before
But never here, and nevermore.

I promised love and little else
Save whatever was myself.
I linger 'neath the rafters asking
To hear your voice forevermore

Yet running in the gown she wore
With flowers in her braided hair
Those I did not pick find a purchase there
And I stand alone, alone undaunted
With wiliting flowers of my own
And the altar weeps a lover's song
For the flowers in her hair
Colors that I did not pick find their purchase there.

With hymns I had not ever sung
A tear escapes, so harshly wrung
From my now forsaken gaze.
For years, if it was even days
I could not help but stay
I dare not look away,
Lest my love forget what was before.
With wilted dreams and golden rings
Waiting with my hands held thus
Ashes to ash, but stay I must
Though I be waiting here forevermore
It will not seem a day spent poor.