WHEN I AM OLD BEYOND REASON DYING

When I am old beyond a reason
Grant my wish before you go.
That your kiss will brush my forehead
And your prayer will touch my soul.

May your voice a colored whisper
As twills of birds reposed,
Recall such tales of passon
They draw me back and back to old.

When I am old within some reason
Show the essence of time in a moment.
Children stomping rain puddles, laughing
A pouring rain leaving a newborn's scent.

Remind me, tell me, joke of our follies
Reassure me love was sincere - a heart
that gave enough (was it enough?)
Holding, raising both you boys giving lives their start.

When I am old beyond a reason,
And my soul will finally sleep,
Brush a kiss aginst my forehead
Smile ado until we meet.