These waves crash over me
Soft sounds surround me
This is the epitome of
You dying right here beside me

These things I've always known
To me you have slowly shown
And like the wind to the seed
I sweep you up and scatter thee

Birds sing in sweet cacophony
Be free, be free, be free
The rush, a staccato melody
Rising, rising, rising
Lifting, pushing, gently clenching
Crashing
Down
All
Around
Us
Darkness surrounds​
Us
Love abounds
Us
As does the joy of being free

Swing low sweet baritone timbre
And akin to leaves mid September
Burn bright orange like the fire
And leave naught behind but ember