Onto After, This Green Wave Flash

Setting suns in the West produce this light,
A green serenity, such an obscenity, for myth may overcome fact.
And as you sail Onto After, This Green Wave Flash,
May we say onto others, you lived with such Panache.

Such style, such beauty, such poise,
A legend among men, a truthful exaggeration among the rest.
Is it wrong to lie, as it slithers from my voice?
That’s up to you, as you sail into the West.

Oh sorrow, oh tears, such lies, such fears,
Can we not go on as we say our goodbyes?
Can we not move forward as wetness brims around our eyes?
No. We can’t. That’s not possible for someone like you.

You changed the way we thought, the way we dreamed, the way we sought, the way we see,
No. We cannot go on as if you are some soon distant memory.
No. We cannot go on as if you didn’t live beyond this liberty.
No I say, and No I mean it. No is No, and that’s the way I see it.

So set up your sail and raise your mast,
The trip’s just beginning, marking the ending of your past.
Just know we are thinking, never forgetting you,
As you go Onto After, This Green Wave Flash.