She was light as a feather 

Rather over the moon

Wearing night as a comfort 

Bearing stars as her consort 

Was somehow audacious 

Therein broad afternoon 

Lost in cigarette rings and inkstains 

Looking at patterns on torn pages 

He reread her eyes without seeing 

Looking for the human in her being 

For her face in mirrors of the rain 

And how she left the world in stages 

And progressions of never 

Sang a note out of tune 

She was light as a feather