Meeting in the Sepulcher

Good morning Irene,

I’ve been wanting to come and see you,
But my flight has been delayed,
By years and peers and making careers
And I can’t see you till after I’ve greyed.

The train that I’ve bought a ticket for
Won’t leave for quite some time,
But when it leaves the station, a solemn celebration
Will announce that I’ve gotten on the main-line.

One day I’ll sail away and see you, my dear,
The journey is only one fathom down.
Although the distance is short, sailing is not my forte,
And without the ferryman I would drown.

I bet the music is sweeter there,
And I can’t wait for my fanfare.

Good mourning Irene.

~Julia Johnson

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