Gentle are the waves

Now stroking the sides of my face

My eyes are open

But I do not see the sunrise

My eyes are open

But as seeing as thick black glass

Thin, red tendrils of blood

Weave through my hair,

Fanning out around my head like a crown

A celestial halo,

Stained with mortality

But carried now to something vivacious and new

No longer anchored to this world

Now I spread my wings

And leave behind only a reflection

Of my soul,

My angel self taking me higher

Answering to the siren call

Heaven awaits me