When I have gone, my ashes strewn, Across a lake of childhood dreams,
I'll stretch for miles through endless night,
Enshrouded by your silver beams.
There I will linger silently,
Alone in your pale company.
I'll shimmer in your haunting glow,
Beneath a veil of midnight air,
To soothe the hearts of those who stand
Upon my shore with pain to bear.
Your light will show the soul of me,
Revealed in your pale company.
Our vision will illuminate
A truth your lonely face has known,
To grant the minds that starve in woe
A harvest in your presence sewn.
The wisdom that we'll always be
As one in your pale company.
