A mourning chant in the morning

brings me echoes of your thoughts

they are dark and sombre , these thoughts

they weight you down, these thoughts

they gnaw at your hope, these thoughts

But come here and listen, now

the music is from a valley of bliss

where great compassion blooms

This chant is mine and yours

it sounds good in the dawn and at dusk

it sounds like home and is never too soon

A mourning chant in the morning

brings me echoes of your thoughts today

I am making coffee and you have been gone

for quite some time now