felt, not seen

When her hands go cold

The kittens she's kept start to nibble on her toes

And the necklace she's cradled in her fingers falls flat

Her babies come,

dressed in black

Their faces wet

She's quite overdressed

In the auburn gown, with the white cuffs

Her cheeks overly blushed

It's a shame they can't see her there

Freshly twenty, dancing with him

Her icy curls turned back golden

They can't see her beauty

The eternal peace

As the grass becomes wet with tears

Watering the seeds below

But she brushes past those grieving babies,

In the midst of her dance

And goosebumps trickle down their sleeves

The aroma wafts past the grave,

as she drifts past

Rose water, with a hint of spice