In the midnight mist,
He left his eyes wide open,
Let the moonlight shimmer in his eyes,
He kept his nostrils busy,
With pure air cleansing his soul,
Lay across on the raft,
Enjoying the reflections of the trees,
Frost kissing his lips,
Conveying its last goodbye.
As time flew he gently passed away into another world,
As gentle as the currents that carried his raft.
There is just an echo of silence…
