A sleeping rest of gentle plush
But free of illness or of crutch
Stand up straight back to wall
But already after a final fall.
The love entombed forever more.
A rival exit through a coffin door.
Our faces blank yet full of song.
To embrace the cold, to muster on
To clasp his hand, he leads the way
Does the world we know still remain
I loved a soul such as one I knew
But does the chains of strife as such undo
A box back coat, a stanson hat
But never needed is crowd of black
To love, to lose, contemplate the point
Upon this day the church anoint.
In time he tells what really beacons
And what lies ahead til day of recons
Beauty through the spoken word
expressions through sorrowed mind
And I’ll tell you about it, when you too
Are full of time.