They Tell Me that I Perished

They tell me that I perished But I've never felt more alive And the warmth of your presence Still lingers in my mind. I ventured longer than an arm - Beyond the dim horizon - Further than a murky quasar Yet less than a prayer's span. When you stop to think of me - When tears can't help but fall - Know that it's okay to grieve And let them wash your soul Then look up and say a prayer - Since words have power of flight - I'll catch it at heaven's shore - Think of you - smile and sigh.