he looked straight at death in the eye
and she opened her dark walls,
with a cozy confidence
as if that was the place he always
had belonged.

he walked among the wheat and lavender fields
with the same custom of his way back home,
and he hugged the nostalgia one last time.

his goal was always to get to those four black lanterns which lit him life.

he was buried in ground saffron
*but his memory is eternity.