They tell me that I perished

They tell me that I perished

But I've never felt more alive

And the warmth of your presence

Still lingers in my mind.

I ventured longer than an arm -

Beyond the dim horizon -

Further than a murky quasar

Yet less than a prayer's span.

When you stop to think of me -

When tears can't help but fall -

Know that it's okay to grieve

And let them wash your soul

Then look up and say a prayer -

Since words have power of flight -

I'll catch it at heaven's shore -

Think of you - smile and sigh.