Passing on

In the quiet bedside,
Hidden in the swaths,
Of memories,
And final dreams,
Breathing laboured,
Passing on,
Is it as it seems?
How long would you want to live,
Prolonging agony,
Or would you beg for that,
Elixir of life,
Immortality?
Never to die,
Never to fade,
But these fancy wishes and dreams,
Are as they claim,
Hollow echoes and fairy dust.

~Rei Shiori