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.