Filled with a tearful thought,

of some faces, sweet loves,

the breath that he drew,

ceased with a gasp,

darkness approached,

a swirlling drop,

 a flash and a thud,

a window closed,

tightly shut,

outside this maze,

however,

birds chirped ,

festive as ever,

men went to work,

daffodills waved back and forth,

with a fiery wind,

life rejoiced,

almost believable,

this!

had the rustling leaves ,

not whispered...