In the next life, am I the traveler and you the strand?
Will you take my sullen hand?
Lead me through the paths of green
Into fields and growth serene
In the next life, are you the clock and I the hand?
Will you tell me when my time has passed?
For you are the deliverer of my sentence
…of which I’ll stay forever
In the next life, am I the thorn and you the rose?
Will I pluck the petals in their beauty?
To admire, what was once a reverence inside
Your nectar was endless and the scent was honeyed
In the next life, we hear the bells that open the gates
We pass through corridors into the wait
Eternal sleep cleanses us all
And fleeting figures forever fall
