The Lake

over the meadow you go

in your flannel nightshirt

the hem of your shirt is wet

in the evening dew

the stillness of the lake

pulls you closer to

where you take your fragile bones

and lay them down to rest

you long for a peaceful ending

a quiet way to go

never wanted to cause any trouble

just slide to the other side

you told me to make amends with death

I don't know if I can

when she is always asking for

the one that I can't hand

she longs for a peaceful ending

a quiet way to go

careful never to burden the others

you slide to the other side

the clouds are closing in

see the rain running to greet you

your peaceful body

finally in her arms

her gentle fingers

your fine grey hair