When I’ve truly departed
From the cold binds of grief
On a moonlit wisp
That streams lonely and free

Replenished lungs
May cry on fearlessly
A ferocious beckoning
Into the tranquil void
Magnificent, full, and deafening

Faint remnants
Flicker, low and sullen
As the ailing residue
Of lifelong sorrows

The voices scatter
For the mind’s quiet fringes
Dragged into obscurity
Until they wither
Fully forgotten specks

When I dare to breathe
Replenished and relieved
Coasting the outlines
Of tender reveries