As You Lie

I imported sweet Tahitian grass
to nestle round your head
And I plucked the feathers of a swan
to make up your last bed.

I arranged some windchimes to hang
upon a musical score
So the breeze could blow out the dolphin songs
from the nearby seashore.

I commissioned artists to paint patterns
within the starry starry skies
So that you could gaze onto a heavenly site
bringing calm to your blue blue eyes.

I grew and grew the sweetest smelling
summer blood-red rose
And I asked the scent to linger lightly
just above your nose.

I borrowed the strongest angels' wings
to give power for you to fly
And I held your head and kissed your lips
and whispered softly "Goodbye".

by Rebecca Gildea

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