In The End

In the weight of all we fear, a single strand of hair feels as heavy as a thousand tons. The will to persist lingers, but actuality fades into myth. The last sight before eyelids close, a thief in the night's embrace. When the earth calls like a long-lost love, And the purity of touch slips beyond knowing. Conversations now resemble prayers, beside your floral tribute. As the chill of eternity seeps into flesh and bone, My jolly soul strains against mortal confines. As life's tides carry me westward, And darkness gently cradles me into the night. Accompanied by the solemn silence, a melody of farewell. In the final breath, as spirit transcends, I yearn to be in your embrace, Honey-sweet, in the moment before all fades to white, I yearn to be in your embrace.