I see today’s lost soul
Just as I was that lost soul
Some time before them
I see the scattered feathers
Just as the fox attack
Has left them
I see the water of the lake
Just as that other water
Which my sorrowful soul gazed into
I see grandparents, parents, children
Just as we might have been
But not as we are
I see the light in the deer shelter roof
Just as it was
The last time, and the times previous
I see (feel) that the silence is not here today
Just as I didn’t actually know it was
All of those times in the past
