I Know That no life lives forever.
That dead men rise up never.
That even the weariest river.
Winds somewhere safe to sea.
I can see you when I'm sleeping.
Like a reoccurring dream.
If only you woke up with me.
If only you could speak.
But when my dark is darkest.
And death sounds somewhat sweet.
There the voice is loudest.
And it pulls me out of sleep.
When I find you in the flowers.
Calling on the spring.
I will rest my head beside your feet.
And wait for morning.