The weather didn't come out today.
Only rain fell like tears on my face
Before it touched the ground.
Eight magpies, white and sapphire and black
Wearing formals by the headstones
Looking to me for something shiny.
I'm here in my nightdress
You can look, I don't mind
But you can't have me today.
If you think of her, perhaps Medora
Will dance for us and shimmer.
A phantasm is the only show today.
Then in two nights, when light was high
In a dream adorned and sparkle
Jumping light to hang in poses
Held in the air, in a room alone
Everyone else downstairs.