• Departure

    Deep and clear both far and near
    With nary a cloud in sight
    Send my soul to the sky on a butterfly
    Claimed by the winter night

    Flutter twice encased in ice
    Numbed wings wait and ache to soar
    Hands mark the hour; Time will soon devour
    The life I'll have no more

    Without dread I watch my thread
    As it burns from white to black
    No matter what awaits, I'll approach the gates
    And never I'll turn back

    Goodbye's a lie, my dearest
    See you soon if all goes well
    If I am not there on Heaven's golden stairs,
    Perhaps we'll meet in Hell.