The Meadow

I feel myslef upons the meadows sigh where thoughts could yell and then they cry and memories ask where could they lay so my eyes could watch my life's old plays and then I reach the meadows hand In me I hopes it understands that my blood seems to drip too slow to feed this meadows lovely glow I feel my back begin to rise above this meadows lovely sighs and my thought becomes no more as my life reaches one last door and my memories begin to ramble the meadow tells me love is a gamble but with my last breath I see the light in this meadow, I die tonight...