When I die, I want your hands on my eyes
I want them to forgo the last of my lies
I want them to muffle the sound of my cries
When I die, I want your hands on my eyes
.
Bless me in my eternal sleep
When the water falls the heavens will weep
Hero of old Olympus will keep
Bless me in my eternal sleep
.
Lead me down to the immortal light
Tell me not to give into the fright
I must solve, now, my next plight
Lead me down to the immortal light
.
Under the never-ending stars we will pray
Lying down 'til the night turns to day
Selene herself will take us on the way
Under the never-ending stars we will pray
.
Everlasting are our lost dreams
Daughter of the wise and son of the sea
We will draw together every last seam
Everlasting are our lost dreams
.
I am that reality you couldn't save
Under our lives the world will cave
We are the rolling loss of the waves
I am that reality you couldn't save
.
When I die, I want your hands on my eyes
I want them to forgo the last of my lies
I want them to muffle the sound of my cries
When I die, I want your hands on my eyes
Prompt—write a poem based off one line:
"When I die, I want your hands on my eyes,"
Pablo Neruda, "Sonnet 89"
Hello, people. This is poetry. I like poetry. I wrote this poetry. It is based off Percabeth. I'm going to leave before I unleash my total weirdness. Oh, wait. Too late. That rhymed. Bye.
-WGG