Floating whisps wrap my throat.
Subtley starving my blood.
I watch my ocean of love disappear-
Don't go...
The butterflies bounce in fluttery breaths
Only known by those who watched You fly.

Clarity never cleared my vision up,
But it seems doldrums cloud the glow, situated on my path.
How unfortunate it seems this boat cannot be fled from
Although flight seems at a beat's fail,
Death evades those it suffers but doesn't release.
Even sobbing duress cannot cry for
Where I was