Ah, my friend.  It came and went too quickly.

For you see….

During my last weeks, I saw a sound.

You heard me right. I said I saw a sound!

It reminded me of the sound of green.

Not a caliginous green, but an envious green.

Through my last day, I heard a feeling.

Ah, yes my friend.  I said I heard a feeling!

It was similar to the color of depression.

Not a ebony depression, but a tender depression.

Toward my last evening I felt a fragrance.

You are correct. I said I felt a fragrance!

It had a hint of thunder.

Not a clamorous thunder, but a gently rolling thunder.

 Within my last hours I tasted  time.

Yes, kind soul, I said I tasted time!

It was the essence of a singular blooming rose.

Not a bitter rose, but a melodious rose.

And finally, in my last moments I smelled sorrow.

I am not prevaricating.  I said I smelled sorrow.

It was the fragrance of clouds.

Not sinewy, threatening clouds, but billowy, virginal clouds.

Ah, my friend.  It came and went too quickly.

                          But it was spectacular!