Often confusing

The foxes marriage.

And yet the sun shines on,
As the rain does fall,
The foxes marriage,
A time of miscarriage.
And yet I dont watch my step.
The scene changes now and then,
But the times do not, it's always,
Faces, faces, pretty places,
All will go, sooner than some.
Till I fall in the void,
With the sunny rain, against my face.
And all these voices, echoes and trebles,
Memories of times and rubble,
A weight they fold, within my soul.
As the marriage draws on,
And the day paints a watery song,
The lives go on, and I wonder do they remember,
Or am I just the only, never to forget,
Those faces faces, pretty places,
I wish I could see once again,
But my memories do stall,
And I still do fall.

And as night comes along,
I'm stuck in a wintry cold,
And I relish the cold,
Just not within my soul,
As the stone shines above,
The last guest to leave the hall,
Keeping company to those,
Who cant sleep, who in their soul,
Dream of beautiful things,
What I want to be.
Faces faces, pretty places,
I wish I could see again,
The moonlit shores of an empty maiden,
The life of a newborn babe.
Some thing I can never see,
These myopic eyes see dytopy,
And forfeit the beauty,
For memories.