Dresses

In the middle of my mourning

Sits joy like a happy child

In the middle of this death

I must cry with life for a whileAnd death is great

We are in his keep, laughing and whole

When we feel deep in life

He dares weep, deep in our soulAnd you are gone

But you are perfect now

And you like to dress

You wear dresses that never fadeAnd you are gone

(My mother cried, she said you'd gone away)

But you are perfect now

(And now a part of me must do the same)