A Minute's Silence

The eyes will tell,

Before you shut them cold.

Where'd I go away.

Not to the stars,

In case you may.

I'll follow me love,

Through the nihil, of quiet.

I'll follow it's brace.

Beyond the light,

Away from grace.

The flesh will tell,

Before it turns all pale.

Where'll I see the dawn.

Not at my grave,

Don't be drawn.

Within my love,

I'll dwell.

So carve it on.

"Won't be home, some time,

I'm gone". 


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