Lay me rest in groves of alder
Loose of breath and free of pain,
Pierced by love akin to Balder
Ne'er to see the sky again.

Put me down in fields of heather
Crystal cobalt clouds above,
Age has wrinkled skin to leather
I have lived a life of love.

Know that time's tendrils will slither.
Much like me, your time is nigh.
Wisdom gained in life can't wither
Memories will never die.