Be slow and cold....

Be slow and cold;
be broken.

Be forsaken;
be forgotten.

It's in silence,
evanescence,
It's in rain
and dying things.

It's in whispers
and rose petals,
the blooming dawn,
the fading eaves.

This is where it rests,
and this is where it keeps.
The deepest forests of your soul
is the world in which it sleeps.
It's the voice that says tomorrow,
the wind that says today,
and the heart that breathes forever,
I am Here,
and Here I'll stay.