many tears beneath your fingers telling smiles and summer seas
honeyed voice of many singers amid the flowers I will be
burning suns amassed in oceans, lovingly I viewed the orbs
whispered words the wind had spoken in a voice as soft as yours
as wanton flow of childish daydream or lovers quarrels come to pass
the time among all life is fleeting for none of this was built to last
from blinding light to utter blackness cloak me tightly in you soil
though many mourn, I'm glad to pass this time of sorrow, place of toil