Life and death, the unseen battle,

Oh please sweet spirit child,  
Take no heed of them grotesque trees.  
Whistling desolation lullabies,  
Nor  the raggedy stars hanging  
In a rotten purple sky.  
Beckoning your name  to land of the dead.  
 
Oh sweet spirit child,  
Look at the crumbling gravel beneath your feet.  
The wind will blow, the crows entice,  
And all  roads will depart into a contorted mists,  
There is no memories in these rivers of  
Dreaming fogs.  
Only fields of illusion green,  
 
Oh please don't go sweet spirit child,  
To where the water meets the wild,  
It is there that death awaits  
Upon his mirrored lake,  
Silently implacablably,  
 On a raft of decaying reeds.  
 
Oh sweet spirit child,  
Do you feel tears dripping upon serene skin.  
Your mother making promises  
She will keep,  
"I will never leave you thou
This world is hard, this world is cruel,
my love is true only white innocence  
Burns in my heart for you
 
Come back to us sweet spirit child".




Photo(Jack and Beverly's tintype spirit photographs)