The Question

he asked me:
will you bury me
in infinite azure

I can't, he said
the pain, he said
is too much to endure

we'll sail
into the evening sun
and then
we'll say goodbye

the gentle waves
will mix with tears
the moon will lullaby

then you'll sail back
the Eastern wind
will gently sob along

when you get home
try not to cry
if you do hear
our song