…so, you’ve closed your eyelids
for ever… taking away the breath
from my songs and filling the lungs
of death with it all…
As if you had had enough of
charming the earth with your
eyes, ears, hands and feet…
You’ve moved over to heaven
to continue enchanting…
The whispers you poured
into the lonely moon…
the breath you infused the
orphaned flowers with…
the anklets you’ve
changed dewdrops into…
the music your light touches
brought out from the dead logs…
the ‘live man’ that you
transformed this dead being

All these now, all these no
were bereft of the
essential ‘YOU’…
Lying my head in the secret
lap of mysteriously sad night,
my eyes filling up with
the ‘sweat of sorrow’…
I lie silently, dreaming
a dream of joining your
heavenly dreams…