Your wake is ever-growing:
I’m a prisoner
To this world’s fleeting beauty,
And I’m on death row.
Yeah, I’m a puzzle.
Know I’ll never be finished;
The last piece is yours.
I know now, where I’ve been...
I know places where we’ve washed b
When we were reflective in the lif
Where the blind moon revealed the
And then, we fell into a dream,
Bittersweet I feel,
And I find it difficult
To know how to be.
The universe dreams,
Breathes, feels, loves, dies, self
Through both me and you.