FUNERAL

Thousand breaths
Weak of weakness
Grows tender warmth
Winning the grief
As The Master lie
Newly dead!

Feelings dress,
Mute of mind
Speaking hard
But to hear
The service
Such as this

Out of words
You heave comfort
But out
You freeze my tears
As other grief lie within

You flit the moment
Deep of depth
Drop by drop
Cold and noiseless
As crystals dangle
Drop of tears

No, You converse not
As it sinks my spirit
To see the vacant chair
And to think
How caring! how loving! and he is gone.