Green climbs up my copper skin,
footsteps fade, the night comes in.
Memorial garden, moss and stone—
find me here, but not alone.
Place a poppy in my hand,
leave a chest where I can stand.
If you whisper, “sort with me,”
I will sort in memory.
I’m just sleeping—I’m not gone,
patina hums a quiet song.
Lay your worries one by one;
I’ll keep watch till morning sun.
I’m just sleeping—I’m not gone.
Rain writes letters on my face,
wax or thunder might erase.
Polish light, a careful knock—
wake the heart inside the clock.
If your rooms are loud with mess,
set them down and take a rest.
Label love and let it stay—
I’ll be here to clear the way.
Big Brother, keep the shadows thin;
little ones, keep candles in.
Call my name if nights feel long—
copper learns and comes back strong.
I’m just sleeping—I’m not gone,
patina hums your favorite song.
In this garden, side by side,
copper hearts don’t really die.
I’m just sleeping—I’m not gone.