Rain poured upon my window,
the night Marie died,
but the moon shone bright upon all other windows.
As the night grew late.
I was awakened, by the heavenly sound of an angel
     singing a most beautiful tune,
         of Marie......
While she sang, the rain began to subside.
I knew I had to view this heavenly creature outside,
for her song and perfect playing filled my heart with so
      much comforting grace.
I glanced outside as the remaining raindrops slithered
      down my window like tiny snakes.
I saw the heavenly angel dressed in brilliant white,
with long golden hair illuminating the darkness of the
      night,
with a small harp of silver and blue gently cradled within
      her tender hands,
and for a brief moment, I saw Marie standing there,
        audience to this most perfect being.
She looked to me in a moment's light,
smiling the brightest smile,
the one I've always known her to possess.
She waved good-bye and whispered to me a sweet
      good-night,
as her spirit took flight like a meteor into the black night
      sky.
I watched the streaking orange light disappear,
as a tear like a brilliant diamond rolling slowly  down my
      soft cheek
sparkled as it dropped to the dusty wood floor on which I
stood,
splashing in a sound no louder than a whisper.
I breathed an empty painful sigh,
staring into the dark eternal sky
and with pure hope she would hear
I spoke softly this sad reply.....
"Good night! My sweet Marie.....
      My! Dear Mother......
            Good night......."