HOLD ME WHILE I´M DYING:

Hold me while I´m dying & tell me pretty things,

Talk to me of waltzes & bird´s soft feathered wings,

Please garb your tongue in my floral print dresses,

And with your fingers, please comb my long tresses,

Please dab my tired brow with your petal perfumes,

While I´m dying, please sing me joyful sweet tunes.

 

Please hold me while I´m dying & talk to me of love,

Talk to me of wolves, old ravens & sweet grey doves,

Gloss your words in many hues, of dusk & rosy dawn,

When I finally go, never waste your time to mourn,

Let me hear your laughter, in final tolling of my bell,

So when I get to heaven, I too, will have tales to tell.