I want to die on a good day
just fall asleep
in the mild morning breeze
on the couch by the window
white linen curtains
like sails, like wings
distant music, soft like Satie
echos of voices
from past summer days

I want to go on a good day
being aware
of the kindness when angels
lift me, embrace me
no big goodbye, no fear, no tears
only the scent
of the springtime blossom
and stillness that linger
for hours and hours

I want to leave on that good day
leave like if not
it would be no return
leave like we leave every day each other
sure to be here together again
like I still would be here
in your heart, in your mind
and the linen curtains
swaying touched by angels wings