Departed I have ceased to know
dressed up in my gown of snow
cold within the ground I lay
life does not rise with my chest
death here greets this unwelcome guest
laid to rest, but yesterday...
If I had known that it would be
a time without joy or tranquility
would I have lain silent down
to have missed each rising dawn
ad each dream of you to be gone
while silent I lay me in the ground?
I would have spent more time at the ocean
basking in its ever continuing motion
listening to its peaceful sound
gathering seashells from the sand
queen of all this sand hilled land
instead of lying here underground.