She said 'take me to the willows
where all the lovers went and die, '
and my shoulders was her pillows,
as we watched the stars filled the skies.
She said 'take me where the lakes go
where all the mayfly poets live to die,'
and as her head finds peace on my shoulders,
the midnight moon showering us with ocean blue light.
She said 'take me where the wind blows
where Death dances the gentle spirits to afterlife,
atop of the mountains, behind the silver clouds–
where pain and suffering subdue, subsides.'
And I was left alone, inside the whitest of rooms,
watching her beautiful face like nothing ever doomed.
Gold is the daylight, my feelings darker than blue,
she wear white for her funeral,
where it used to be her wedding dress.
And I know, somewhere in peace was her:
far from the willows,
far from the lakes,
far from the mountains where Hades lying near–
she knows how much I love her.
forever, forever,
forever and ever.
