I had a second visit, different word set, and the hope comes through in this message. Even death is not to be feared, the dark full of beauty, and beyond the night, there will always be a morning.

Dance away and die, I say,
to the feathered things and the ocean fish;

dance away into soft waters, the gentle blue
that sips eternity from its horizon’s rim.

Dance with the ghosts,
their hearts bared and guileless,

for there is nothing more naked than the night,
nothing darker than the cloud before the moon,

and nothing more full of hope than the morning
that remembers the flower
in all the glory of its wild beauty.