Somewhere in the Night

Somewhere in the night

she died, he said.

They would look there

for her, but she wouldn’t want

to be found.

I remember hanging with her

and with others who loved

what she loved.

All the dancing and the doing,

all the more and all together.

But I wouldn’t be one

who went looking.

She wouldn’t want to be found,

having died somewhere

in the night.

She would share

what she saw

and all the others

would bend and whirl

to see what she heard.

When we saw

what she could hear,

we could feel the peace

she felt and the thrills

that ran through her.

I could take you there,

to the place where she died,

but she would wish

not to be found

somewhere in the night.