And should you glimpse my wandering form out on the borderline Between death and resurrection and the council of the pines Do not worry for my comfort, do not sorrow for me so All your diamond tears will rise up and adorn the sky beside me when I go —“When I go,” lyrics by Dave Carter I capture the white eye of the lowering sun, the branches sticking out like craggy lashes, blinking as I move between the cemetery trees.... Read more