Burial At Sea Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

As you look upon the ocean and its stars of night
Through a stone encased window, at your vanity of old
From your chamber where the sky is bond to vales of gold
You don a white dress, Victorian and bright.

And when zephyrs from the jetty veer,
Kissing your estate, as you part your mane and undo your bow
The vespers ascend and Venus does appear.
And you recall your lover, who died down below.

And endlessly, you mourn, (if you could only save)
His spirit from God - his body from the grave.

John Lars Zwerenz