There is no death,
only the moment
your life loses elasticity.
Body stops holding
your soul trapped within,
letting it flow freely
over the seas of eternity
to venture through cosmic stories
that our imaginations can't fathom,
but I picture us standing side by side,
next to the space chasm watching
nebulas burst in the sky, like fireworks
only a million times more exciting.
There is no death,
only the moment life
stops stretching
to wrap around the
clock that is spinning
ever onwards.
The quick ping
as the split threads snap,
snip, slapping into the evermore
of a long nap,
where they carry on.
Energy never stops,
it just becomes another thing,
powering this machine
of entropy. Opening doorways
formerly locked for you and me,
so we can explore
the everlasting stories.
There is no death,
just those left weeping
after the fleeting spark
in the heart stops beating.
When we become one
with the universe,
we leave behind mere
whispers of a dream.
As we become one with
trees and streams,
mountains and valleys.
Those mourning over memories,
see not the wonders we see,
but in the stories of the galaxy
we live and breathe.
Those monuments of time
never leave, they glow within our energy.
Statuesque, gigantic and meaningful
glances back at your prime,
those tears wept,
bereft of breath
they whisper
about moments
when those stories
would fire the stars in the sky,
but those stars are still there,
flaming and alive.
We keep the fires burning
and revisit them from time to time.
So, try not to cry
because,
memories, my friend,
they never die.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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