I lie here dreaming
Under the Coqui frog's moon...

I was dreaming of dying again.
on a comfortable couch...

(Continued from The Night Bird and the Apostate)
The dying sun has shunned the last of its light...

The things I really want
have faded away...

It's strange to not ask questions
as a lifetime goes on and on again...

You ever stop and realize you are
the ghost in your own story, standing...

She said, "tell it like it is."
In the other room, I hear her voice...

There are no kind words strong enough
to change the direction I've been going on...

The Apostate was clear
He didn't want to believe...

She asked impatiently,
"Why won't you love me...

A traveler came to me.
A traveler between worlds it seem...

I looked down at her casket
And I remembered what she said to me...