Shallow rivers of tears
Drying out the sorrows of the heart
Muteness is the only way to speak
Shattering glass the sound of
The life wanting to be lived.

Fragmented years that have
Loops that traps
Struggling for air
Covered in the silence of all the
Serenity that is no more.

The path shines luring
The body into the unknown
Spirit hovering away
Out of sight and into the darkness
The light blinks.

Heart makes no sense
Wanting a life of love and memories
It wanted to come back to
The beautiful small of making love
To the face hovering above.

Never has the body been so
Scared and stiff to relax
And touch the beautiful faces
In perplex wonder at who I am
Now that I am dead.