When I return to my etheric form,

I will dance in the procession of colors.

Glowing ribbons reflected in oceans and rivers:

An expression of joy that follows the sun.

When our paints grow dim and our party lights fade,

Darling, please don’t think that I’m gone.

Just look for me in the moonlight

Or amongst leaves on the trees

And, of course, in your tender heartsong.