Find Me


Find me on a hill top as the wind rolls over,

blowing leaves to cover my heavy heart.

Laying in the graveyard as the veil is lifted

Singing, quietly, the tune of a distant memory.

My soul is filled with longing  to go ‘cross the river-

and make the journey between the worlds.

I’m watching as my sand falls, filling up the glass.

I’m eager for the final page to end my story.

With eyes closed, I refuse to play the part.

I eagerly let go as the final grain is sifted.

I long to be free from earthly sorrows.

No longer can I bear up against their




I feel no joy in the morrow!

Find me on the hill top…


Severed from physics, and rules.


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