You bid me follow you
to a place of sunshine rainbows
and Pillsbury clouds
where with peacock wings
we could fly forever

'Just hold my hand, ' you said
'and it will be so.'
I in my arrogant stubbornness
I answered 'No'
and watched as your body
like ***-boiled snow
melted away from me

Now in my darkness
I lay drunken in sorrow
Bitter with sadness
Seeking
death as my mistress

No Pillsbury clouds
No peacock wings
No sprinkled sunshine
Where I go

No…,
there won't be any sunshine
or rainbows
where I go