When the dust settles,
Will you still be there, waiting for me?
Will the resonance of my worlds still ring through your ears while your feet shuffle through the fallen leaves?
I sure hope so.
I sure hope that when you look into the mirror on rainy Sunday mornings that you will see me through the fog of your glass eyes.
I can just dance along the whites of the clouds
And you can look up and smile
Because you will have no doubt that I will be there.
And when the dust settles,
Do not be afraid of the future that you hold in between the wrinkles of your palms.
Because the lines can only take you places,
Places unknown and places where peace is hidden behind the crescent moon.
So when the dust settles,
Have no more reservations and fear absolutely nothing.
And please don’t forget to come visit me,
In the heavens.