If she could choose her pathway home
she’d take a deftly patterned poem
with sentimental, loving tone
as full moon shone, as full moon shone.
Pitch her soul’s song among the stars
sweep over cleft; run past the bar’s
musical chart . Her avatar
strum from afar; strum from afar.
A splendid way to die is this:
leave world a song none wants to miss.
To die while dreaming was her bliss;
somnolent kiss; somnolent kiss.