Wake lavender
dancin dubliners
in the halls of the dead

in glass melodies that
swim in gold
defined lines around my head

from a looking glass eye
I looked up to find
the rays of the sun

and each strand of string that strung
drew lines around my lungs
to shade my mind
and find a woman there

and in the wake of things
a breeze comes gently
a guiding wind to break the ground

in my grave it was so dark
I could have sworn I saw the light
and when the colours surround
drowned around my eyes