~Esther Mitchell, 2014~
I lay down on your grave, today,
Dewed the grass with salty rain,
Touched cold stone with frozen lips,
And whispered love through a haze of pain.
I lay staring at the sky,
And listened for the roar of Thunderbird, again,
Telling me everything will be all right,
Though nothing will ever be the same.
I stayed there on the ground, today,
As Sun fled from the Moon,
And wished, and prayed, and begged,
To come and join you, soon.
But as the starlight shapes the sky,
Wind whispers through silent watchmen,
I hear your voice, I feel your touch,
And, for just a moment, I am home again.