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...