Tell the Bees that I am gone

Great story maker, six feet below

Tell me your tale of wonder and woe

Prepare me now, so when you must go

I may sit with the ghost of a man I well know

Tell me your tale, that extravagant twist

Of Great open seas and light amid mist

Speak of lost times, open hand or closed fist

Go, lie down now to die, but please know you are missed

Admit me your faults, of the sins you allow

That I too might conserve them, kept like a vow

Your memory, fleeting, a kiss on the brow

But know that I love you, even here, even now

I know you now well, Even as we are Parted

We both have been changed, do not fear where you started

Speak now, so that I, of the whole and hale-hearted

May tell to the living, my dearly departed