Is today the day,
The day I had dread,
The day I hear one say―
That today, and now, I am dead?

But I feel alive,
Free here to roam,
To sing that song,
I don’t here feel so alone!

Though I’m quite unsure,
As to where I reside,
I’m still in my head,
And my heart is at my side.

And you are here too,
Though not yet as pure,
This true meeting will come,
When you, once again, become my cure.

When we do meet here,
Whole beings, as we one,
gazing on the moon rising,
and loving again with the setting sun.

For you here, my endless love remains,
To be given again, again and again,
Just be patient now, please my love,
And feel, if you believe, no sorrow, remorse or pain.