In steam and mist a goodbye seems forever,
more so than when it’s taking place in rain
and I could not believe that you were gone
when Sun was shining on your funeral.
Such brightness that day had, we all walked
smiling to your grave, you would have loved
to be among us; for a moment I was sure you were.
In steam and mist it would have been forever.
When Sun was shining on your funeral,
you went, the coffin white with roses.
More so than when it’s taking place in rain
a goodbye in such light does not mean forever.