Alone and I can see the moonlight and starlight As they plant kisses on my dreams and thoughts In moments passing by me And the sound of laughing voices as they call me so softly, "come a little closer, Darling - won't you? - and love me A little while." And, if it seems your whole life is spent blooming, it's a miracle. But it could happen. I used to think death was just an ending, not a starting up. But then a friend of mine, a man, He up and died one Tuesday. Now he lives inside of me and all his other friends. And we welcome him into ourselves in a way that makes us More like him. It's friendly gravity we're pulling on. And the white moon told me it was so.