For Farwell.
Aril (This Life)
Things breathe and things die, things sing and things fly
Things whirl and things twirl and then these things change the world
Little by little, curling around your little finger, melting your thoughts and draining your draughts
of life and learning, laughing and churning, seeing children run and your elders dwindle
the sun will rise and it will set, dawning your days, cementing your debt to a god you may not see or believe in, who may not exist and who may be in your every touch
so much, so much for the eyes to see, those stars are gorgeous in a summered sky of blues and greys, maybe I’m insane with this lust for living, drinking in a night I may forget one day,
when I’m old and grey, seeing with unseeing eyes days pass and die, fly away into that night of long long ago I can scarcely recall
but that I was happy and with you, whoever you may be, whether I’ve met or will meet or may never know,
where I go in my sleep to dream about this world, this unfurling butterfly wing of colors and sights
this life, this life
this life I mean to live, I’m meant to live, this life I’m living for all it’s worth, from death to birth and backwards still
where things whirl and curl and sing and fly
this life, this life
this life is mine.
Things breathe and things die, things sing and things fly
Things whirl and things twirl and then these things change the world
Little by little, curling around your little finger, melting your thoughts and draining your draughts
of life and learning, laughing and churning, seeing children run and your elders dwindle
the sun will rise and it will set, dawning your days, cementing your debt to a god you may not see or believe in, who may not exist and who may be in your every touch
so much, so much for the eyes to see, those stars are gorgeous in a summered sky of blues and greys, maybe I’m insane with this lust for living, drinking in a night I may forget one day,
when I’m old and grey, seeing with unseeing eyes days pass and die, fly away into that night of long long ago I can scarcely recall
but that I was happy and with you, whoever you may be, whether I’ve met or will meet or may never know,
where I go in my sleep to dream about this world, this unfurling butterfly wing of colors and sights
this life, this life
this life I mean to live, I’m meant to live, this life I’m living for all it’s worth, from death to birth and backwards still
where things whirl and curl and sing and fly
this life, this life
this life is mine.