On the day I die.

A bird of prey.

Will fly over me, and look into my eyes.

I will hold out my arm.

And he will fly down and land upon it.

He will look me in the eye.

And I will know.

That he knows me.

And that I understand him.

And that we are one.

And that is the day.

That I will pass.

I will live for that day.

When I can be that close.

When I can finally know.