
Like river mists
and the sweetness of trees
they rose by sunlight
Like sea winds
and the breeze blown grasses
healing followed in whispers
What they left
what followed
what came of their passing
was thin as the sound of breath
What they took
what left
what flew in their wake
was thin as a flame of death
Like soft leaf shadows
set free in silhouette
was all that would yet rise
is all my heart has left