Deep within the vibration gongs
Time of healing, one day belongs
In winters world of trodden prints
Inch by inch, present or past to tint

Deep within the calling wakes
Moving still, behold for sake
In autumn growth of changing winds
Inch by inch, doors un hinged

Deep within the layers unfold
Holding on, redness colds
In summer spray of colours ends
Inch by inch, seasons repeat to send

Grief, we know it comes in time
Let’s not think when the bells chime
Bang, the grey dooms
No sound I hear too soon

Grief, let’s write the stars away
When all the world, gone today
Moving round when day begins
No sound I hear as birds to sing

Grief, go back and stand the seat within
To watch the door to open thin
No light will heat your body safe
No sound I hear, your be ok