When you cross that river, the broad expanse of silvery water that separates life and death, I’ll be there by your side.
Poets give life to lakes and rivers, give oceans the power of a swirling soul – rising heart and sinking spirit.
But all of these (e)motions add up to nothing for the sea is dead, as you are now.
For all of your rises and falls, triumphs and turmoils, you are nothing without me.
You will be unknown and forgotten and no religion will come to your aid.
Regardless of creed, I’ll be there by your side.
That is, if you have my fee.
See you at the end…