See the face, how watercolour flies

The gravity and grace of those who’ve died
Make us pause and take a deeper breath
The distant look of almost closed , dear eyes

Now the nerves and muscles do not try
Their life has gone and they are on the path
The gravity and grace of those who’ve died

The larynx closef we hear no more sad cries
Nor yet is there any mourners’ wrath
See distant look in almost closed , dark eyes

Space and peace and caring are allies
Somehow we shall know what is the best
The gravity and grace of those who’ve died

See the face, how watercolour flies
Seized is the hand when put to its new task
Catch his look ,his almost shuttered eyes

No longer to face challenges and risks
No longer do the fingers urge his wrist
The grace of those who have just gone survives
The holy soul ,the weeping of mine eyes