She folds her white gown
she will not need it any more
the voice that sung so sweetly
now walks with her shadow

She sees our children crying for her
she feels their love like blessings
then she thinks of my promise to her
that I would never leave her side

Her fall into winters arms
was quick and merciful
a mother of grand gestures
and love monumental

Blowing kisses of goodbye
she starts to float and then to fly
I follow her light so kind so pure
as I told her I would meet her
when she died

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris