Ellie Never Dies

Out my window, I see Herman:

Sprawled across the cold stone,

Half-embedded in the lawn

Dark night, stars gleam:

 He listens for a sound.

 

Any sound, but yet it seems

That what he hears, is:

Ellie.

 For Ellie be the star that shines

She be indigo skies.

 Ellie be the rolling sea

For one like Ellie

 

Never dies.