Adele

Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell. - Emily Dickinson

You walked away at night
So the sun couldn't comb
Your raven locks
With its weary fingers.
Winter was waiting for you,
So you went sailing
Through his white cloak
And into the marshes.

Wee will o' the wisp,
I hope you found your way
To where the loughs are crisp
With the ringlets of laughter.

You walked away the night
When Lughnasadh began.
Lily body,
Reaped by raucous fingers;
You never knew who you were,
So you went smoothly,
Without a care,
Into the gloomy moors.

Wee will o' the wisp,
I hope you found your way
To where the nights are lit
With the serenades of stars.

You walked away that night,
Ere I could say goodbye.
Your crimson lips
Never uttered a word.
I was left pining
In the blue mist,
On the banks of the Styx.

Wee will o' the wisp
Is it an ignis fatuus
To hope that you will tread
On the sands of Elysion
With us?

Wee will o' the wisp,
We're still dancing round the fire,
Backwards, backwards.
We're still there where you left us,
But closer, closer.
Closer, Adele.

Tim, 16 June 2008