Is this the kind of place you like to be?
Covered in light and being so brief
Inside your yet unhanded leash
I don't remember
Does wind bend branches to brush my feet?
Can I turn my hand to cover my grief
And hold the welling thing beneath?
I don't remember
Will you bring the body to the beach
And give it to the earth to eat?
And with angelic voice bereave
When you remember?