Brother are you there?
You are in my dreams this night
the snow and the salt and the sand
of St. Clements Bay where she died
Brother Can you hear me?
She is calling for help
but her cries are getting fainter
and the horror that was, still is
Brother can you wake?
Can you hear my screams?
through the salt and the snow and the dark
I can't bear it any more
Brother can you come up here
take her in your arms
make the darkness of St Clements bay turn to light
bring an end to the dark
Brother do you remember the dark
St. Clements, 2am in the morning
Time stopped then but she is waiting
when will the end come, when will there be peace?
Brother can you command her rest?
Take her from the sand and the salt and darkness
lay her to rest at St. Ouen
St. Clements Bay is frozen in the snow
Brother you were there when she died
frozen on the dark bay
the sand and the salt and the sea
so please take her to rest at St, Ouen
Brother where is she?
Dreaming of the sunlight
she is a child again, running to her father's arms with joy
the lights of Corbiere and Casquets beaming bright, home forever
Disclaimer. This poem is about unresolved grief and the horrific damage HG has suffered, it is also about platonic love and separation. It is not about suicide. The Church of England and their allies have and undoubtedly will again, try to have HG put away on any excuse to save their own skins, don't let a cry of grief be that excuse.