Returning to

[Kerbonzo_beenz]

Little lines under the eye.
Lying under the sky.
They all begin to cry;
nothing but a sigh.

Shrugging off the day,
almost as if to say: 
what come what may
as I continue to lay.

Some stay, some go, 
if they feel low
and you should know,
when you feel slow.

But I am lying,
not here nore there,
not unaware;
without a care.

Upwards is impossibly blue,
and then the night is black all the way through.
The sun and moon pirouette around them;
my laying will continue.

Someday, not far away.
Staring up at the sky, my bones will stay,
and my soal will leave on a peaceful voyage back to the stars.