Easy comes the tide,
On my closing days.
Slight comes your sobs,
In the sound waves.
Soft comes the wilt,
Of ending May.
Subtle comes a sigh,
As I pass away.
Hard was the light.
Cruel was the pain.
But it all ends today.
Sweet comes the dark.
Gentle comes the rain,
As it all ends today.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
Easy comes the tide,
On my closing days.
Slight comes your sobs,
In the sound waves.
Soft comes the wilt,
Of ending May.
Subtle comes a sigh,
As I pass away.
Hard was the light.
Cruel was the pain.
But it all ends today.
Sweet comes the dark.
Gentle comes the rain,
As it all ends today.