Dearly loved.

Day never parts with night
The way we part in death,
Although the skies they light a certain way, and we would hold our breath,

Day never fades without the moon, nor the shinning stars above,  and we , we never cease to be when we are dearly loved, 

Although the times the moon arises,  the sun is coming round again,  some of us shall go in peace,  others suffering in pain,

May the night be gentle still, and hold the day with parting gifts, and forgiveness where the heart can mend, those
Little rifts,

Fortune is that we all do breath, and love is fortune full
I Watched the waves of the ocean,  the way they push and pull,

When night comes closer to the heart, and lullabies we tend to sing, Where daylight holds the dreams of many in such an offering,

To live and love beyond what hurt the fragile and the weak
Upon those clouds where heaven shines,  the lasting vow to speak,

For angels come to bare their wings, and hold the deeds of death, and when the light is brightest then,  we seek our final breath.