Disappear

Fall to the bottom of the hourglass;

The first grain wedded to the ending of time

Or the leaves on the Poplar Ash;

Die to self, be revived to the rhythm and rhyme

To the silence of all, that of one hand clapping 

I'd await the applause, but am known to be napping

Daydreaming in slumber during the changing of season

The spin of the globe, and the embers of reason

Simply sink in the ocean's depth;

Catching wave after wave, sensing sand in my steps 

Each drift, every dive, until shortness of breath

Whisked away by the wake's most angelic caress 

Just to float in the breeze;

Carried as sediment through the valleys of tree

Then to drift towards the stars,

Out beyond all measure of the near or the far

To be fully at ease, like a soldiers sentiment

Raise a toast, say a speech;

Ladies and gentlemen 

Towards the mountains and cliffs,

Casted into the sea 

Take a bow, sow a seed,

For the finally free.