Come sit down and reflect for a while Pleasant and slowly let’s bring to the boil. The troubles struggling away and suppressed

And they come blinking…. Out into the light. Skin pale, and so white. Nails torn apart,

I will help you to die and gather the ashes of your many selves,

To honour our time together. I chose a flower for each of us, you will all bloom in my hart and in my garden forever. We are of one garden

Across the green pastures feel the long grass brush against your knees, Through flowing streams and sense cold water at your feet,