-drifting death

 
I don't want to give up on your smile    
it remembers whats left of my soul    
you whisper to me without knowing    
I could listen for as long as it takes    
to travel the distance between the    
stars in your eyes    
     
if you would but remember when you were    
crawling through the grass, losing interest in    
a world your ancient tears left behind, would    
you return and search through the Thistle and    
Briar patch, if the rain fell the same as in the past    
where you drifted like death was your only purpose    
and your body was swollen from the rash    
     
would you then, give this grain of sand, another chance...