Tears

Please pardon any and all typos/errors.

Leaves and snow fall on my face, My blood wets the grass. I lay in such a peaceful place, Warmth comes to me in mass.

I lay and wait for Azrael to take my body tonight. I lay and wait for St. Michael to take my soul a flight. 

I’ve got a healthy disease, The wind rushes through the meadow trees. Sounds like a symphony of leaves. 

In this ground, I plant this seed, That when I’m gone. Still in this ground, here it will be. 

I christen the moon and bless the sun, I pray for the ocean and rivers in between. I sing a hymn for all the earth and hope to join the stars above.

Oh, to finally feel weightless and free, But unable to breathe, unable to feel, unable to speak, unable to see.