• Im falling under the ice
    into a frozen fire.

    Im being handed over to death.
    its fingers wrap around me strongly.

    but a fire burns his fingers and i am dropped.
    Ten fingers grasp me .

    falling?i am falling, upwards into the air of morn.
    into minds ful of mourn. at the though of me bing gone.

    arms wrap around me warm and affectionate
    the strength of life is surging through these fingers.

    not more or less than death.
    but beautifully equal.

    and i am layed by a fireplace to rest.
    and fall asleep i do , only to rise again with the stars burning bright.

    and the sense of life.
    Anew'd from the love of another.