There is no other side to my death
it is all final, as I wait on destinyís palm
looking a bit too old to die
the love was an open miracle
like a belted jacket ripped
and then there was a desire crushed
apricot juice, sweet honey
stirred. That was heavenís other side
where autumn moons knew the
reflections of the day. I was in a different stream
bathing naked with the desert sands
and sleeping with eyes wide open.
Have you seen the sky breaking?
Have you heard the earth breathing?
Heaven was on the other side and the piano
tunes sounded familiar for a while
the mirror was all draped seeing me
with loverís eyes and the pale skin of yesterday
still wrapped me in thought.
Heaven was still on the other side
and I didnít cross the line
I didnít break the jar of dreams
to wake up to what I really was.
The sunset was blinding though
As I was still waiting to die, to
Cross the bridge to the other side.