They started down a long walkway. Grass grew on either side rimming the stones. Larges stones of all shapes were fitted together to make a beautiful path. Wild daisies and a few dandelions and poppies mixed in with the grass and a few trees with overhanging branches colored with yellow flowers dropped some leaves and pollen in some areas on the stones. He hadn't felt alive in so long. Voices echoed in his heart and colors became vivid - not that they weren't usually, just they had stopped humming as if they had been asleep. The scents of peoples bodies mixed with the lulling smell of the flowers and the scents carried on a soothing breeze. His eyes creeked close and then open as the smells left in his body turned into a more familiar sound. The sound of a loving lullaby. Played with expertise and voice.
"Ahh" he sighed through his closed mouth, he was not yet awake from this dream. The life faded, and yet the remaints shimmered with beauty. What was life when it was so tiring ? When beauty shimmered in the wind, playing, echoing the sounds My life had once known, the sounds I discover always.
He continued to walk and occasionally broke into a skip,accompanied by the wind and the ghost of a crowd. He hummed. He heard, he listened, he tasted the breeze, felt a growl and his paws curling. His back broke into a rock, accompanying the melody.
Onwards he skipped, he went.
He was dead ? yet alive and the hum was around the corner and he was too tired to find it. He bathed in life from a distance.
This means his heart sung, his ears quivered and his body vibrated in what he could only see as beauty, as life. So he lived... And his mind slowly dulled. And he ecstasedin what he felt, what he played and from so far what he lived.
"It is funny how life can be a comfort to a dead man". And he smiled gently and his heart smiled.