The words are gone yet I still dream,
Of the nights filling with color,
Laughter holding hearts open,
Passion pulling one to another
Cycles now broken
Kisses now dry
Sheets now empty
Cries not quiet nor fine
You lie on a slab of infinite tears
Your voyage is paid by love.
Tell the ferryman your body will pass
But your heart belongs here
It’s too hard to describe the truth behind this one. A great love died