A canopy of black umbrellas

Like a bed of blooming lilies

The eerie silence broken by;

The momentum of our tears

Mourners leave after sad goodbyes

The blooming lilies wither

Until one is left at the foot of the coffin

Still shedding a thousand tears

‘Breakaway and spread your wings’

His voice is sharp and clear

‘The death of me does not define you,

So dry up them sodden tears.’

I smile as if his silhouette

Are the shadows of the trees

His voice echoes inside my head,

‘Lift your feet and just run free’

So I weave my way through fields of corn

Against marshmallow melting skies

I loosen my grip, my umbrella lifts

Like a blackbirds feather, floating high

‘Death should make you feel alive

We are never gone, but always near

So don’t let me catch you cry my name

Unless you are crying happy tears.’