Our sacred requiem.

Play me a song,
Love of mine,
But not any song.

Weave the words,
So they entice my mind,
And free my soul.

Make the music,
Be as peaceful as rain,
As tranquil as the streams.

Make the spirits dance,
My dear,
To the harmony of your words.

Then wouldl sing and dance,
Together as one,
In the orange evenings light.

If the sun should turn dark,
I would make a flame,
That the shadows may dance too.

Dancing and chanting,
Round and round the flame we would go.
May the animals join as well!

The firelights would dance with us,
Humming and chanting,
Shedding more light on our faces.

The heaveny moon,
Would cast it's blue flame on us
Filling us with vigor.

But alas,
As good things come to an end,
So your song must end.

At dawns break,
We shall be silent,
To honor father sky and mother earth.

Yet its end,
I ask it be a tragic one,
One to touch the soul.

A deeper meaning to the song,
Or else,
It would be fools clamor to meaningless sound.

Thus may this song be sacred to us,
That we may enjoy it,
And it become our requiem.