Smoking Skies

The smoking skies above, they whisper something. Giving the trees something to breath. The river who is close to me, is so cold. I reach it gently with the palm of my hand. And suddenly I see your reflection, slowly fading away. So purely that I almost can't take it. My heart is beating, fast. As I fall into your fading reflection. Water is surrounding me, in it's most purest form. Taking me away from, me I can't breath, but I do not mind. Am I dead already? I don't know. We are one now, finally together, after such a lonely time, being all alone. Where will we go? Heaven? Does it matter? I say no I can tell, you feel the same Because the smoking skies above us, stopped whispering.