A Sonnet to Make You Weep #1

If you go, let me go with you.
I want to travel the grey road
beneath green hills, to where blood flowed
and gathered in pools from souls we knew.
Let us gather in the homes of the few,
now happy, chanting an old ode,
memorized and changed into code--
a song from which our bright bones grew

But give me some new song to sing,
to sing my way out from beneath
these hills to where sun and stars sting,
to love despite this grief underneath,
to walk beneath the moonlight singing
till oaks are my shade, with bells ringing.