Perfect Breathing

Lay still Beautiful, dutiful angel Fly to the heavens, a haven for you Your end is part of your existence Your existence, a flame burnt into your soul That sprouts into the fruit of the landscape And lends itself to the universe a pivotal role Memories of darkness and heartless envy Pass through like a bad bad dream Like a cough that’s been stuck inside your throat You won’t have those thoughts bleeding into your moat Those thoughts need not lend themselves to your final moments Put them high upon the shelf, into the lowly lands of ruins Think of lights and colors that make you feel warm Tasteful seeds of happy dreams feed sun onto the storm Your fateful gown is worn And as you fade into the dust of ages And cross into another Multi dimension A void with people with no faces Instill belief in your suspension As we drown in personal grief You become part of the Global reef Your heart’s last beat, in perfect breathing Silent and still, with an empty peaceful mien Closed hollow lips Your dead cocoon stiff No more shall you tremble Worries disassemble Listless lying wistful on the Mazama floor A Casualty yet you still will have won your inner bitter war That’s the way expiry should commence Spirit dissipates through your brawn fence I hold you pretending that it’s all a trance But I’ll sit still believing until the end I sit still believing until the end I pretend I hear your perfect breathing like the wind