Eyes have closed, breath has stilled; for a moment in which I am high above the earth flying. Me, I'm a bird; one with the earth, alive in this moment in which I'm soaring, and not dying.
Blood stilled, skin paled...
I've never seen such brilliant colors, heard such beautiful songs, or felt anything close of dying.
Witness the vibrant sheen in my wake. Hear the echo of my song; it's melody light and free; not burdened with dead, death or dying.
Seek me beyond the veil of your world, imagine my hand on your cheek. Smile with me when the rest are blind and crying.
As long as you remember; I'm never forgotten, never truly dying.