To a deceased

Nurture protect

High in the sky

Falling now

A cloud of silk

To my feet

Helping me

In my time of grief

Watching me

Your eyes are the stars

Your laugh the wind

Your face the sky

Brimming with tears

Why do you weep?

I may soon be with you

So be content

In the floor

Of a trinket-box

Of blue feathers

I keep you and look at you

From time to time

Oh sweet dear one

Be not sad

I may soon

Be with you