The sun has set
In my
beautifully broken heart
I can’t help what has happened
Or what will become-
I can help myself,
and be
h a p p y
About that.
We
can dance in the sun,
Swim in the river all the way to the Moon.
But only if you want-
Nothing but our souls on.
Organic love will then take my body-
Take control.
I have to hold on for life. I need to breathe
Some fresh air again. I can’t seem to fit
This shell that I’m in.
As the funeral begins, please hold my
Dead body up to the sky,
As the ashes need to rise and
The clouds will eat my soul.