You found me in your dream

(the same way you did when we met)

The words past your lips were silenced on your fingertip

And floated into space

I carved them into stone inside every song I've made

Death is a slow parade

I'll fall in line someday and walk beside you

Tiny dancing doll, don't you spin out of my hand

Headline of the day says you found your place to land:

Spilled across the floor, now I understand:

You carried that weight so long

Some small bouquet-

Gathered for their beautiful display

So child-like:

Cicadas will sing

From the tree to their lovers: "come find me in the leaves."

Through the night

A few cicadas still sing

Just for birds to devour in the morning

Tiny dancing doll, watched you spin out of my hand

Shattered hourglass: all that's left of you is sand:

Spilled across the floor, now I understand

You carried that weight so long