She never came back from Sinthee
On her way to watch the sunset.
She has moved beyond earth and heaven,
past the clouds.
With grass anklets on her feet and
By her head. Who would want to wake
her at midnight,
Now that she’s past the travails
of our times.
The moonlit woods stretch silky arms,
To call her back — the road is scared.
Come, wash your feet, pleaded Mother,
To hold hands near the bridge waited
So much to catch up with, by the
Stood Brother. For dear sister who
Just might. Ripples break in the
dead of night.
The sky dried its red tresses in
A few trees flapped their wings,
Losing her way in the storm, the
Sped beyond the realms of sky and
On her way to see the sunset, the
At Sinthee bend, swept her away into