When I am cold and quiet
And my hands no longer shake,
Spare me no drop of sorrow
For I never went away.
Sooner or later, you'll find me;
I am the rustle in the trees,
The cooling caress of warm winds,
the phantom buzz of a lost bee.
We will meet again,
It's a promise.
Just not in same ways.
I'll be the bulged pigment of a forsaken canvas
Or the whiff of soil in falling rain.
And when the lake glistens
Under the moonlight
Just as your eyes do
When you tremble in the dead of night.
I will hold you
Till your heart is as steady as the glow of stars in your window.
I will hold you
Till your mind is as quiet as the breeze in a willow.
You may have sent my ashes
To wander in distant lakes,
But spare me no minute of heartache
For I am here to stay.
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*virtual hug*