If my life is but a vapor,
I pray it be a sweet-smelling one.
If the blink of an eye
Departs me from this life,
I pray your face be my parting frame.
If I am merely dust,
I pray to settle somewhere near the coast…
To be washed up and down the shores of
His creation – Until the sun and the moon
Bid one another farewell…
And the waves of time no longer exist.