Windy Beach

I'm gushing for you.

Some people are afraid to die.
I see it in their feelings.

Leaving behind what is known.
Not sensing what is unknown.
Unable to differentiate between the sound and the fury.

I feel you listening.
Your tremble rocks my heart.
Hold me before You leave.

Already, I have died.
My light burns brightly,
telling me Your door is open.

Quietly,
I don't want anyone to notice,
I creep towards Your splendor.
Hold me before You leave.

In your shadow,
I move forward.
Listening to my heart,
I shine brightly.

Hold me before you leave.