the day that crossed your life
breathing through with one last goodbye of inhaled memories
and as the boat arrives
I lay these coins on your eyes for your journey
waiting for the tide to come take you away
the air is chill and water calls the name ~ I remember
the man now kneels on your grave
one last time holding your hand
we walk to the twilight until we disappear
no flowers on your grave
the dirt just staining hands
come back for me until we disappear...again...
my head is going down
the hands let go as the dark sand lets go the burnt wood
the black boat heads on
wings bend back I break here ~ where you left!
I know I should stay strong, some say life goes on
my life's sailing to the mist as the oars keep screaming
...the boat is gone...but I'm still here
bleeding memories on the sand
with dead flowers in my hand...
...saw the blur ~ approaching gale
and I know it's strong
I just close my fists and wait...