I wished to see the setting sun
before i was to die
linger death before you pry
this setting soul belongs to i
for little time, before my time has come

No one fought against my fiery word
so chilled my burning lips
felt the sting of cracking whips
and blew a gale that smelt of sunken ships
that never quit, his voice i was assured

There he sung, his wind of tongue
that threw me into bitter snow
time limped by forever slow
so i may only stand amid icy woes
fly my soul! back to the fires of young!

Listen to me!

The world agreed and cast
me into flame with sight omit
here frothed my skin, my eyes, in satan's pit
Crying! Begging! embers quit!
Die flame alit! so i may find peace at last!

a sound, extinguished before i gasped
my final taste of air
the flame had ceased, i was spared
but my air! it isn't there!
the dancing flames and i! our needs are shared,
we say aloud, and choke together
upon the nothing we can grasp!

Close your eyes and breathe again

rang the eerie voice of demise
i wanted sight of this pompous man
i'd bring his death with open hands
leave him t rot upon the land
until he descends, i'd rather have the skies

one blink

i took to cloudy wisps
like a pan of rising bread
the noon of sun's light shed
onto my skin which cracked and bled
this is where i had wished to be lead
Stop!
i ask no other gift!

tired but strong, a sign of sorrow
which ceased my ever steady climb
to now be stricken deaf and blind
Please! do not let me die this time
oh sweet divine! i wish a wing to borrow!

and thus i was given messenger wings, to carry messages to the ground
whistling glistening toward the earth
knowing near death new life will birth
my life to me no longer worth it's weighty girth
i wish a pleasant sound

Stop!

and there i stayed my body flayed
an angel stopped my fall
i knew it then to be just a stall
yet i stood there proud and tall
her voice a serenade

she took me to the treetops to slow our steady decline
the leaves silently kissing our tender face
every embrace gave me another lucid taste
of life in which was not a race
our fingers spaced, but we float together in time

serenade me with gentle tongue, the one i cannot comprehend
life is not meant to be understood, only experienced before you find it's end
i did not understand the words you spoke, but they were beautiful in another land
one drenched with sand, to dry inevitable tears of sorrow.