Dylan Thomas

I know you will miss me life “As I go so gently into this night” In our final hours We lay as possums Not but never Will the limbs of this flower blossom You held life so kindly I only ask was it trust And if so Shall we continue to reach for the shadow behind us I know you will miss me life “As I go so gently into this night” I now bleed For I believe My surroundings breathe Upon thy curse of me From the belly of pompous we will continue to grow And as for our spectators On to hell, with what they know This is the curse of comfort Shall we be lain in the final blown trumpet I know you will miss me life “As I go so gently into this night”