If you loved me still then you’d hold my hand,
If you plan to find me, that forbidden land.
When the time has come and the breath is past
I will wait for you, I will make it last,
You will breathe again, this I promise too,
And you mustn’t fear my skin’s captured hue.
I will lightly rest where there will still be light,
Our paroles, our pardons will be absorbed beyond spite.
And then maybe resting on our pervious airs
We will recount ballads for the ground to bear,
About strength and weakness and the time that I
Took to long to counter and too long to die.