as death is drawing near
then what am I to say
the other side is hidden
...
Guess I forgot to pray;
that's not the cause
of my dismay.
...
if death is but a lasting dream
then I will gladly sleep
there I may roam into the past
...
my brain is in a shamble
I guess it's got to ramble
and where it goes
...
The new mystic may speak of spring,
but is an unfamiliar way.
For spring is nothing more
...
those bedroom eyes
the beginning of the dance
before the passions seized us
and put us in a trance
...
tonight there is a blue haze
a mist rolled in I can't abate
and it may be the voice of fate
...
with one last chance to be alive
how do I ready myself for death
I quietly watch the pulse of wind
...
in woods upon a moonless night
I lose myself
and just before the dark sets in
...