The universe mixed with you.

cold

[imagine the photo above whilst reading, although it's not exactly what i had in mind it's close enough]

(alexa.)
when I die
I imagine that it's raining
and the trees are around me
singing a song
from a fairytale
or a book that i read
so long ago
that i only vaguely remember
the essence of magic
in its pages,
And the roots are curled into the dirt
where mud puddles are forming
and little rocks and ants
are rejoicing together
that it's finally
a party for them
so much bigger for them
than to me.

when i die
I imagine the air so empty
that it hasn't carried a word
in decades
that no conversation
has disturbed the wind,
i intend to keep it that way
the weight of words
would destroy the peace
invite humanity
to its feet
there will be no words
spoken when I die
unless the birds in the trees
decide to sing to me
that would be entirely different
the air would still be cool and inviting
when the birds are singing

when I die
i'll be able to close my eyes
and the rush of the water
cascading below
will fill my ears
like a sweet serenade
and the rain will touch my skin
and my eyes
and my soul
so much so that I feel as if
my body is a system of tunnels
and the chambers are my bones
and the rain is starting
to trickle in, drip, drop
and maybe the earth
will conjure up the spirits
and i'll hear their sounds too
until the earth around me
is a song
and this is the only music i hear when i die
just soft enough
to make my body feel warm inside
and welcomed.

when I die
i'll look up
and the sky will be smiling to me
it will be a dusk color
but the stars will be waiting
with outstretched arms
I'll be able to see them
but only faintly
i don't need to see them so much
if our joining is so soon
the tree tops will be waving to me
from the corner of my eyes
and I'll wave back
so slowly that i'm not leaving a mark
I'll move as little as possible
so there's no footprints in the dirt
though i know
they'll take care of it
they'll take care of me
so i'll look down once more
i know this isn't goodbye
the blue water rushing fast
water that looks so soft
and enveloping
home.

when i die
i won't remember your smile
and i won't remember your name
i won't remember my own
and it's okay
my thoughts must be clear when i die
my feet will start to curl
and my heel will leave the grass
where the fairies are watching
and smiling at me
cheering me on
they're proud of me too
the rocks will be cold under my feet
slippery and soft
the rocks are big too
they understand my
perspective of this place
i respect them and
i let them take their time
eventually
i sit on their swing
and they'll give me a hug
tell me it'll be okay
they're here the whole time
then they'll give a little push
and my fingernails don't go into stone
so i open my eyes
and let the wind carry me
deliver me to the blue water
she delivers me safely
and the leaves and the stars are watching me
keeping eye contact until the blue turns to black

when i die,
the rain will be folding into
the waterfall
as if everyone is contributing
to this beautiful day
this beautiful moment
and the chambers
are flooded now too,
i think i feel better
knowing if the stars could touch the water
they would too be too numb
to feel the cold

when i die
the stars and the sky
and the trees and the dirt
the birds and the grass
will all be the last images to fade
hearing is the last to go
and i'll always hear
the song that earth sang for me

it wasn't just a dream
when the trees left with all the birds
it'll be peaceful
when i die.
- alexis

A/N- Hey! I had actually a lot of negative feedback on my announcement about ending this story, so uh i listened. This chapter is definitely a big test to see if people enjoy what i'm writing and whether i should continue. This is definitely my favorite poem i've written, and i'm not sure if that's due to taking a break or because this poem is very close to my heart, but either way i hope you like it. Stay safe.

- Sidney .