the fluttering flower blooms in the air,
painting the time of that memory..
a faint fragrance, inside my consciousness,
leads me into a deep sleep
come close, and speak to me..
that voice accompanies me..
touch my trembling arm,
because the pain has piled up, and come out..
look into my frightened eyes,
because its lonely to be alone..
come close, speak to me with that voice
come close... i've closed my eyes,
so come close, for awhile.. before i expire..