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 closes. we  hear no  more 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