Dead People’s Stuff For Sale

Now we have calls and angels.
With my whole heart I will
Meet the end of all men,
A meeting at the border
And a long night to confer.
Sell my possessions, I will not need them further.
Without you, I am left alone,
But at the same time in heaven—
Memories of a happy slave.
And when you have waited long enough
We shall walk into the hand of summer.
The tree-scent is sweet
And above on the wild mountain
There grow, blooming,
All the wild flowers of the mountain.
Then go through the wanton
Dreaming and deep valleys,
Because I will be with you.
And if you belong to the truth of me
Then we will decide to go together.