Harriet died tomorrow, came to me last week in the middle of the night

She told me "Look for those we've lost in the magic, in the wind and in the light"

I felt the pain of the dying, knowing every loss was a death deep inside of me, and I felt powerless to stop it but there's power in the mourning and the grief

Margery, would you dance with me

I feel you standing at the back of me

Your eyes bring out the very best in me, tucking in my shirt and singing

"Thank you, please, a pleasure to be seen"

Now, this is the beginning, and the beginning's always held back by a certain kind of hard

It's like no one's ever felt like this before, except for the scars across our hearts

A spider came to dance with me, her story stretching from the back of me

I was alone but she was tracking me in the shadows hearing everything that I said silently

I sang into that ghostly breeze

"Margery, would you dance with me

I feel you standing to the back of me

Your eyes bring out the very best in me, tucking in my shirt and singing

'Thank you, please, a pleasure to be seen'"

Harriet passed last Winter, taught me to notice then to look again

She said, "you'll find me in the beauty of the branches as they bend into the wind

You'll find me in the way the wind caresses all the grasses and your skin"