And let the wind drift over my empty body
For I am no more alive
For I am no more in danger
Of falling off a precipice
That resides so sweetly inside my head
Where waves dance like flowers on wind
Where trees grow only their dead branches
Where there is naught but silence washing over me.
For I have called the wind here,
To comfort, to hold me
In my dying moments.
My last friend, my last resort
I call to it, and it holds me
As slowly I float down, down, further
Into the earth's old embrace
Where the arms twist about me,
And hold me still, whilst I sleep
So that my dreams remained untroubled
And you, calm bystander, have you not to stay?
Cast off your heavy clothing,
Show me the time of day
Where you are free, where it is not midnight.
Show me, and then fall beside me,
Off this field and into the mists
Where silence is here and noise is gone
Where water is ice
Where fire is ashe
Where earth is my clothes
Where air is my breath
For I am no more alive,
Than when I was gone.