(Based on Edward’s decision to join Bella,
with fate deciding his resting place, upon learning
of Bella’s death while in Italy)
Falling off the edge
To where I’ve never been
Feeling though I’ve never felt
Moving with the wind
Intrepidly taking steps
Slower to reach my end
To where the sun sets in
Where I’ll be free (of me)
Free to be where my heart now rests
In deep blue skies
If heaven’s gate takes kind to me
Thinking back to taste
Sweet memories
Of you
No longer roaming
Without a heart to call my home
Now free to be with you, free to be near you
The one thing keeping me true
No longer here to quench my thirst
Only Sweet memories
Of you..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem