A Dedication To Loss

I stood with you when sun was weak;
... I stood with you at its best.
And before the fall of night I was
standing with you where waves broke crest.
And the stars they came, spoke and sang;
our hearts beating two abreast;
on our lips tinkered rain;
our eyes they laid to pass -
the dreams, on graves they ceased to rest.
In my youth I enjoyed your love,
an old man I, now understand
the loss of it - the loss that remains.
now I hear no singing of stars above;
and on my lips beats no rain.