Into the Soft Mist

”A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar They're worth so much more after I'm a goner And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singing Funny when you're dead how people start listening.” – The Band Perry (If I Die Young) Thanks for listening to the song I wrote Even before I’ll leave one night into the soft mist For if it has the power to cure the deaf I’ll fain go with dry lips not once kissed. I’ll leave one solemn night into the soft mist When you and mother and father are all sleeping Weep not, dear: For I’ll bring with me your brightest light. And you shall wake, light and unburdened, in the morning. Tomorrow marks exactly one year Since our twenty sixth birthday You hugged me like a good brother that you Are. But it irks me, things you used to say. Jones, Wilson, Joplin and Hendrix: True talents sure die young, don't they? Morrison, Cobain and Winehouse— One day I'll join them where beauty will never grey. Let me sing you a lullaby like mother always did. But promise me: Let me, once all my dirge ceases, deprived of all power, Leave silently, serenely into the soft mist; Following Azrael who knocks at an ungodly hour. Into the soft mist, I shall hopefully leave. Though forgive me if they all hear me Sob into the darkness when, smiling, I fly in a moonlit path like a nightingale set free.