Under the waves

Too soon for my precious one. Cover her grave with love and viburnum. Let the flowers of love cover her. Out of pain, darkness comes; out of darkness, seeds sprout. Let petals and leaves fall and wash out to the sea. She drowned, and we’re drowning with her. Eventually, we’ll all be under the waves. Tell the sea to make a nest for her; tell her to turn me into a sea creature so that I can make a home for her. Tell her not to cry; tell her she’s not alone. Cover her with seaweed to keep her warm. Make us mermaids at home in the waters, forever to play in the waves.