In mourning;

I remain who I am before life,

sightless;

unchanged by day,

light escapes my face,

in the shade;

the landscape fades away.

I feel resolve

in the calm of darkness;

I am unmoved by the movement

that surrounds,

the sound is gone.

Lost in the sunchase,

I embrace a silent affair; 

moments away from

stillness . . .

sliping away;

the dawn approaches,

and death appears to be

me;

calling in dreams.

I return to this land

of light and sound,

as I notice;

I did not forget to breath.