life and death

[ciroccoj]

Thinking about Terri Schiavo and my mom. And I don't know why, but this song always reminds me of my mother's last days, and reminds me of how lucky we all were that those days were relatively few and painless.

Into the West
Lay down your sweet and weary head
Night is falling; you have come to journey's end.
Sleep now, and dream of the ones who came before.
They are calling from across the distant shore.

Why do you weep? What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see all of your fears will pass away,
Safe in my arms you're only sleeping.

What can you see on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea a pale moon rises --
The ships have come to carry you home.

And dawn will turn to silver glass
A light on the water
All souls pass.

Hope fades into the world of night
Through shadows falling out of memory and time.
Don't say, We have come now to the end.
White shores are calling, you and I will meet again.

And you'll be here in my arms
Just sleeping.

What can you see on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea a pale moon rises --
The ships have come to carry you home.

And all will turn to silver glass
A light on the water
Grey ships pass
Into the west.