He thinks of the death that passed within him
Death dwelt in this soul,
And time passed, here and there,
All consciousness slept, slept, till it seemed
That life would continue without me.
And when the stars were before me,
My hearing, sight and touch
Stood trembling, trembling, till these senses
No longer could feel much.
And then I saw them draw near,
And reach to embrace my heart
But as they drew closer, it then unfolded.
All space began to tear apart
As they recognized it wasn’t my time,
And whispered back to my ear,
“This is where you turn, go back,
Love is the other answer, dear."