Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Funeral Hymn

Don’t sing to yourselves, my loves,
turn your eyes, your lips
to me, to my sleeping ears,
to my still growing hair.

Sing to me in my grave,
where I still dream, 
still work my needles,
knitting our shadows

So sing loud, 
sing often, my loves.

Wake me 
from this long sleep
if only in your hearts.

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