If I die tonight,
Bury me shallow,
So I can wake from the abyss,
And leer at the hazy moonlight,
As it bounces softly through the treetops.
Where I can hear the birds,
Chirping to greet the sun.
Where others can hold their breath,
And hear my soul through the ground.

Sun you bring death
Yet I swim and I sweat
In the rays of you
Bright yellow sun.

I wrote your name on a paper
One gloomy December
Old love, new letter
glowing ember