I stand on a desolate hill
My arms wide open
I feel the zephyr caress my face
I feel my mind unwind
As it entwines its icy fingers through mine
I see a creamy moon
Trying to find its place
In the evanescent purple-blue melange
I see the leaves of the elm
A bunch of departed souls, perhaps
Waiting to be carried away..
To be free...
All so peaceful,still and benighted.
I hear his voice call my name.
Ever so enticing. I smile.
He drapes his arms around my waist.
'Theres always light in the darkness',he whispers
I close my eyes.
He Lifts me off the desolate hill,
The hushed sound of his opalescent wings,
The eternal ethereal lullaby.
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