Standing by the window,
Eyes upon the moon,
This memory,
Will leave his spirit soon.
He stares at the ceiling and tries to think,
The pictures threaten to return again and again.
But the feelings will be gone,
Water may cover his memory.
Ashes are irrelevant to his pain.
Cast her with the ashes,
Up with the smoke from the fire.
With wings up in heaven,
Here, lying in bed...
Palm of her hand no longer there,
Now, our final parting words,
Forever in his heart, and the heart of the world.