I went to die in a seaside hotel. Lanes of memory paved by sweet frozen moments. Deathbed memories of home. Never let me go. Every little memory resting calm in me. Resting in a dream. Smiling back at me. The faces of the past keep calling me to come back home. To caress the river with awe. Within there’s every little memory resting calm with me. Resting in a dream. Smiling back at me. The faces of the past keep calling me to come back home. Rest calm and remember me. You are the moon pulling my black waters. You are the land in my dark closet. Stay by my side until it goes dark forever. When silent the silence comes closer