"If I should die before I wake," Fingers slip into the lake Queen Anne halo Floating lace "I pray the Lord my soul to take," Reeds do pull From leagues below Tendrils snaking to and fro "One world was not enough for two," Such eyes now clouding Though once blue Such hands now wrinkled Once held you Such lips now gaping Spoke so true Ripples in the glassy tension Radiate from each loose limb Perhaps the branch would not have slipped Had she not cared so for him.