Lower her down
Into the cold embrace of the earth
Chilling wind

Tender and cold like herself
Weeping grass
The spade in my hand


My Cold tears
Could not melt the ice

The frozen shape
Around her soul


Her ebon casket
The white silk inside
Close the lid and forget

Upon the silent hill

My Words go down with you

Only flesh remains

Nothing reminds of her

No sign, no mark
Frozen earth
Covering her

And yet I feel
Her kiss is still inside me