A wisp of scented breeze
Over gently stirring fields
If time is here at all
Then it must be standing still
My heart escapes my chest
A balloon without a string
The body that it left
All the evidence it came
I want to drift away
Where the mountains meet the sky
Ascending on the storm
Like a bird
I want to disappear
Without waving a goodbye
The sun to keep me warm
On my way
A wisp of scented breeze
Is my harbinger of grace
If pain was ever real
Then it must have been erased
My dreams escape my head
Like a flock of winter geese
These endless numbered days
Are the path to my release
I want to drift away
Where the ocean hugs the shore
The tide beneath my wings
Like a bird
I want to disappear
Like the early morning dew
Alive again and new
On my way