Before though, just a bit of stream of consciousness writing I think.

Take me in right away and finish this deed,
take my hands and show me to the sun,
show me the willows and the bends in the road.

Take me to the top of the hill and then
throw me off, let the angels catch me if they will
let them float me down beside you if they will.

Take me with you when you leave
is there somewhere I am not allowed to go
is there somewhere I am not allowed to see?

Please, feel my hand in yours,
please hold me up,
please make the shadows run away.

Please.

Sometimes I want to smile
to sigh
to close my eyes and just be

Sometimes I am alone
in a room full of people
invisible

Sometimes my heart is torn
swollen and bruised
unable to beat

Sometimes there is silence
even as birds sing
because I am without you

Sometimes I am hopeful
that you will see me
that you will welcome me
that you will allow

Sometimes I am scared.

I am the snow-covered peaks, longing for the traveler’s approach.  I call out to the guides, but my summit is desolate.

I am the desert oasis, cool waters and shade I offer, but the caravan misses me, lost in the dunes.

I am the jewel, hidden in the loose stones underfoot, the sun would show my splendor, but I am unclaimed still.

I am the secret knowledge, yours for the having, are you seeking me still?

There are moments
In darkest of hours
When nothing matters
When you are in my arms.

There are moments
In the now-to-now of my life
When I am at peace
When I am in your presence.

I know the story and I will remind you,
I will correct you when you say the wrong city,
or the wrong job,
or the wrong name.

I will hold your hand and smile at you.
I will not show you my fear,
will not show you my sadness,
I will kiss your cheek and remind you that you are loved.
And honored.

I will give you back the dignity that your mind is stealing from you.
I will remember that you held me when I was a child,
that you taught me right from wrong,
that you laughed with your family, and smiled when you looked at us.

This is not the end,
this is what your mind will be forever.
This is a part of your journey, and we hold none of this against you.
Do not be ashamed, there is no shame that I see.
You are not weaker for this, for we know you did not ask for this.
You are more than this moment in time, you are the sum of your life,
and you can be proud for it.

Your hugs are weaker now, your walk less sure,
but my hand is here, beside you, guiding you now,
as you have guided me in my life.

I love you.

The crown of my head becomes sand, like a dry sand castle I crumble
and my body falls away to reveal
nothing.

All that I am becomes one with all that there is. In an ocean of knowing
I am become (we become) all that is one.

My breath is the smell of mountain rains, sea-mist, prairie grass, and the earthy loam of the forest floor.
My hands can touch the faces of every person at once, the stars can be held close — I am all of those and more.

The skin that covers my face is the petal of every flower across the universe, my hair every blade of grass, every twig on every plant, mixed with the stuff of nebula… and the skin falls away again to offer me a clear white light, flowing forth from the center of me. The center (of me) splits and becomes two, becomes four, becomes more and more again, until all that there is shows this same wonderful clear white light.

I am all emotion, all devotion
I am a stone on the beach of a racing river, I am the mountain and the sea, I am whole worlds, the galaxy, the universe, the cosmos, and no where at once — time itself falls away to show me that I am nothing to call me.

Peaceful, I sleep in this knowledge (fully aware), I am everywhere, as all points (one point) are contained within what is known
There is only the one place
The one time
The one thought by
The one entity

Darkness, wicked lover of lonely souls, caresses me
I sleep upon the waves of illusion and do dream

Angels of the deep offer me direction and council
distance grows without movement
time slips on, yet the moon hangs still

Darkness calls to me, whispering in my ears
She knows my thoughts, and honors them to the last

The Sun cannot rise
no laughter on the waters now
Sirens wail
waters stale

Afloat on the ocean
alone in my bed
the last crow has left me
Yet Darkness stays instead