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
Hatred
Infidelity
Violence
I feel no joy in the morrow!
Find me on the hill top…
Free.
Severed from physics, and rules.
Unbound.