Lament the passing of the living,
Be sad that you lost a friend.
But the breath in your chest is rising,
Believe this sorrow will come to an end.
Don’t pity the passing of the dead,
A soul that’s so free again.
Your face so red, your heart that bled,
Don’t cry for the soul that the mother regain.
Imagine instead an open field,
And in it a shady bower,
Fill it with beauties your mind can yield,
Make it great, do not cower.
It may be here that your friend will go,
So uncertain is death, you may never know.
For who can follow the flight of the soul?
That too whose bond just broke,
Agreed, they left behind a gaping hole,
But think of the spirit that just awoke.
Unrestrained, they fly,
In your heart forever they shall lie,
All they ask for is a memory,
After all, your tears are no remedy.
Dreamers in the Sky 