requiem

If you come to me as softly

as the wind between the trees

perhaps we may perceive of faith

and know what sorrow sees

If you approach as lightly

as the morning threading dew

I shall embrace your advent

and ask nothing more of you

If you only join me silently

soundless as bated breath

then only those remaining dead

shall true remember death

If you appear in subtle tones

in different shades and hues

I will recognize our memories

beneath the greens and blues

We shall hold each other tenderly

through our contrasted years

as the unforgiving earth between us

absorbs a thousand tears