Dying, your lap awaken,

I thought I was just dreaming,

Perhaps I was mistaken,

She’s gone and there’s no meaning.

Heaven, sainted Avalon,

None could come close or compare,

The joy you brought off-and-on,

Measured now by deep despair.

What now? I’ve been wondering,

As I sit alone sighing,

Do I keep on blundering,

Or just continue dying.