What if the place where love retreats to rest
Was a comfortable room
With a fireplace,

Providing warmth and shelter on a dark winter's night?

What if dying meant being rocked to sleep

Ever so gently
In the soft embrace of
Caring arms and pure affection?


What if the last thought we will ever have
Was the memory of a beloved carrying us away into the

Void,
Peacefully and quiet?


What if I was wrong?
What if we simply fall?
And fall (repeats and fades to close)