I spend a lotta time out here,
in these ruins made so soft
with moss and time’s unceasing flow
that rubs away the razor edge
and dulls the sharpest aching grief
that haunts and sanctifies those things
amidst the stones that sing of glory
here, abandoned
and now
gently haunting
precious mourning
here among these ruins
Charissa's Grace Notes 
You create the mood so beautifully, and leave us with a sense of mystery and melancholy that makes one want to reach into the world of your poem and comfort the protagonist in her grief.
Thank you, dearest Ellie…it gladdens my heart when you are around on Grace Notes, walking the ruins with me