I fall in no disgrace from my exulted heights
Swimming through candy-coated caramel wisps of milky incandescence
And the earth reaches up her beautifully sinful arms
To welcome and embrace my dying spirit

And the ancient rebirth of starry grace
Fills my once grand stage with their cooling presence
They call me Shakespeare in whispered cries from the heavens above
As my final words flow in tides of autumnal tears
And my dying breath fills an ethereal eternity

The serenity of my final descent plunges the world into an ancient time
A time of praise and a time to look to the past
They called me Messiah once I seem to remember
And that memory reminds me that time will rest again
And darkness’s healing embrace will renew the aged and withered lines of the grand and collective soul

As I lay dying in my pool of colored tears
I know that in times to come they will once again call me their Reverend
As I herald in a thousand angels of bright and wondrous beginnings
And flood the world with the beautiful kiss of morning’s eternal gift