Someday, when the sun is gone, when the wind blows wild and the palm trees dance like they want to be free of the earth, like they want to fly, when you can't see through the salt in your eyes, can't taste the sand on your lips can't feel your fingertips, when the storm-birds sing but you can't hear anything except the ghosts from our past howling in your ears can't see anything but your whole life flashing by in front of your eyes, when you think, when you know the world is just about to end -
Sing a song for me then. Or whisper it, whisper it to me just before we die. Oh, to die one more time like we die everyday, every living moment, happily, together.
