If you are going home one day
Remember those who’ve passed
Whose lives, now weightless, hover here
Like shadows on the grass
I think of them at moments when
I remember they have died
Their presence floats about the room
Like seagulls on the tide
In my dreams they walk about
As if they are alive
In the closet of my slumber
I summon and they arise
I wonder are they privy to
My thoughts, my tears, my lies?
Should I pay a visit today
Or just talk into the sky?
Does it matter where you go?
The ground, a wall, or in the sea
Soil, marble, ocean waves –
You are no longer here with me