Wind whispering menacingly in the trees
Speaking the truth of all things
I perish a little each moment
....If you find my bones along the path, bury them deep
The Whippoorwill defies the darkness
Its song offers solace to the loneliness
The night hides my shame
....If you find my bones along the path, bury them deep
The moon caresses the sky phthalo blue
The leaves of the trees undulate in the lunar glow
Morning light stains the velvet sky as the dawn discovers me and threatens to expose
Crimson light crests the hillside
....If you find my bones along the path, bury them deep
I stumble down the darkened trail
The stream lies in the meadow
Morning light reflects in the basin, along with my black silhouette
The dark cloud expands into the water and warms my wrist and hands before flowing into the pool
....If you find my bones along the path, bury them deep
In the water, two figures appear behind me
My tears are cooled, touched by the morning breeze
I am so sorry
It is too late
Please….Bury my bones deep