Delicates.

Life, but a boat rowing merrily...merrily...
Down the aisles of the celestial stream.
Life, the dull wind that passes in seconds,
Anything but of our gentle dreams.

Death, but an eternal seed long planted...
Along the stems of shriveled flowers....
Death, a fierce gale that grasps in seconds,
But strips love in the suffering hours.

Life and Death, sweet delicates...
That carry our boat down ethereal streams...
Life and Death, in the palms of my hand,
My two oars rowed in gentle dreams.