the day is drawing slowly dark,
coming gently to a close,
and still I weep for my girl--
I know she's there, I know she knows.
may you be there when I pass,
and may we have eternity.
may you be whole, and healed, and mine,
and lose this sour mortality.
may the dawn come again,
to let us live and love,
may when shed these again husks,
and for once have time enough.