If my heart should somehow cease to beat, do not allow yourself to mourn.
For I am not dead.
Merely dreaming, the Great Dream.
A perfect silence has fallen at last.

If my love for you should somehow fade do not think of the ending.
For time is a river.
Always running and rushing.
What has come before shall be again.

Return to the quiet garden of your youth.
Where flowers extend their roots into the soil of our Mother.
Return to the quiet garden of your youth.
Where beauty is stone and green and ancient like the soil of our Mother


If my eyes should somehow go dark do not believe I have lost my light.
For my light is you.
Always guiding me home.
Where ever you go, so too will I.