My friend, we are connected still -
By thread of thought and memory.
A silent web of awen will
Unite our hearts eternally.
For seek the weary morning dew,
The dusky twilight moon;
And sense within sweet natures hue
My voice vibrate in tune.
Here we commune through starry string,
Our strains on humming cord;
As mothers to their unborn sing
A nocturnes soothing words.
Live bright, my friend, let life remind
In death, we are not gone:
Our web of sacred awen binds
Us all forever one.