Poem 'lost Soul'

Outside my window a shadowed figure moves in the night,
over near the garden fence, where there is not much light.
He walks through the back gate, without making a sound,
he moves through the garden, not stepping on the ground.
He suddenly looks up, towards the night sky,
with a look of sadness, and tear in his eye.
The sun will be rising soon, another year denied,
for a year ago exactly on this night he died.
But tonight he is given, his eternal sleep,
no more wondering the garden, no more will he weep.