A Fluttering of Dust Adrift, I float through a fog, a mist so thick, I cannot see the banks, the trees, the sky.
There is nothing, nothing around me, nothing in me, nothing of me.
I am transparent, a fluttering of dust, and am soon gone. |
Lament I do not know who I am. I know I am loved. But this realization comes too late. I am already gone. |