I'd say I found my place
Amongst the thousand
Breezes which blow.

Just don't weep
At a piece of stone
Which apparently belongs to me.

I do not know if
That it is me
Which tickled your cheek
With each and every blow

I do not
If I will carry your feet
With each step toward your
Own death.

But I really don't know.
I don't know if I'll become
An autumn breeze
Or glistening diamonds in the snow.

What I do know is that
I'll be free
Most likely, anyways.

As such.
I welcome my eternity.