If you come as softly
As the wind within the trees
You may hear what I hear
See what sorrow sees.

If you come as lightly
As threading dew
I will take you gladly
Nor ask more of you.

You may sit beside me
Silent as a breath
Only those who stay dead
Shall remember death.

And if you come I will be silent
Nor speak harsh words to you.
I will not ask you why now.
Or how, or what you do.

We shall sit here, softly
Beneath two different years
And the rich between us
Shall drink our tears.

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

For the sky in me
For breeze in me
For the care less child in me
For the warmth in me
For the joys and changes
for all the things that makes me feel alive
I'm grateful.

Some things are meant to stay, stay in your heart, caged, till the day your breath is no more pushing itself in and out
it's just free, free in air. Forever.

I closed my eyes
and you shouted as if
I snatched something
precious from you
I woke up from my sleep
and was rained by your kisses.