You can mourn with a dance
You can shed your pain with art
If sorrow had a color
Blue would be the one, knocking on my door
I let the rage in
I observe the reason within
Disappointment is what I find
I love myself even more then
When compassion fills my heart
My soul breathes into all my cells
Pink waterfalls surround me
The power of water washes me again
Birds fly up
Flowers light up again
When I say I guess it's over
All rage rises back again.
This is the dance of the mourning
Like the natural rhythm of the living
if you can say "so be it"
Your feelings do not insist on staying.