An Elegy As I Call It

Oh, how sorrowful it feels Whenever I hear of someone's demise Tears welled up and I try to hold But eyes, innocent eyes how could They being mine be untrue to things divine While head spins and heart broken Legs paralysed and senses dead And your countenance I long to see timid Though I would not say since you are sleeping And how angelic you are now looking Dew-wet lips, glowing cheeks and turned-up nose Upon which sun seems lulled to for a while repose And its voices soothing and though as usual inaudible Yet I could hear them loud in silence still Oh, when you think me so that I am dead For I can't see me and things around The sky and the sun and clouds and the rainbow and you And many things as this path and that path and my home I knew And now I know and feel while as I am passing Through know that I am not dead I am sleeping