When I journey to the West

When I journey to the west

Tell the dry season to

spend the night in your eyes

Tell your palms to l

ook at the sky in the eye

While the voices congregate for my trial

When I journey to the west

Give the evening vultures the

skin of the slaughtered animal

And my flesh to the maggots

Give my skeleton bones to the t

win brothers, dust and decay

And tell them to watch over

When I journey to the west

Tell the pillow of my bed that

I won’t be back anytime soon

Tell my friends that I’m waiting

For their own flight

And let them come prepared

When I journey to the west

Listen to the clank of the evening bell

Tell the Angel of my script to bring

the night star besides the moon

And light the land of the dark night

*NeptunePoet*