WHO WILL WATER ME IN MY DYING FLIGHT!?
and see the way in which my light leaks,
and escapes the earth, and to heaven flows,
who will watch and see which way my ghost goes!?
Who will nurse me in my final days,
and see my light in its dance to grace,
and love me as the flowers love the spring,
and the rains above the heavens, petal watering!?
Who will nurse me in my final hour,
and love me like a fading meadow flower,
decaying in autumns laze of light?
Who will water me in my haze of dying flight!?
Who will love me in my dying days,
and stay by my side, until I decide to fly away,
way up high in that starry sky,
where angels twinkle bright on display?
Who will hold me tightly while I die,
and let me rest in their hands until I fly,
way up high with those silver littered lights,
when I become the glitter in the sky at night!?
Who will water me in my dying flight,
and watch my light fly off, up high,
up into the darkest space, way off, far,
as I rest a while up there as a star!?
© 2024 Shoestring Shane
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