The gentle breeze caress me,
As I stare at the skies by the sea,
The leaves are falling slowly,
And the birds sing softly for free,
When your death came before me,
The universe mourned you for me,
For I lived too long somewhere magical,
A place of you and me,
Now life devoid you is surely hevel,
That is what they don't want me to see.

They warned me beforehand,
Magic never last,
When you find out how the trick is done,
And so the magic is gone.

The trick to her magic,
was her being alive.

Some people are dancers in the light,
Others simply wander the day,
The dancers do everything right,
Only to hear what the audience have to say,
The wanderers spend sight more than might,
Just waiting for the Sun to go away,
And night would surely come,
When it does, no one is home.

So before nightfall takes it all,
Go and have a dance with your soul.

We desire mutual understandings,
Yet spare no effort in understanding,
And fear that when we are understood.

Sometimes, we lose our minds, in hopes to understand them.
Sometimes, we lose someone, as we try to do the same thing.