Someday the flowers will bloom in the desert,
the oceans will dry up,
and the mountains will grind away to grains of sand
and life will go on with no more than a observing shrug.
Paradise comes and goes but always there are eyes to see.
Hands to write of it
and minds to remember.
A caress, a kiss of passion is always there for eternity to gaze upon.
Wars come and go with eyes to see,
hands to write
and minds to remember.
The clash of swords,
the path of arrows,
the death of the gallant are all remembered.
The sorrow of the mother,
the hunger of the victim,
and the cries of anguish are remembered.
Tears are shed and voices raised as the memory survives.
Civilizations come and go but we always remember.
Our eyes see and our hands write.
We remember the words spoken and the gestures made.
We remember the ceremony and the love.
We remember.
Life comes and goes.
Flickering like a precarious flame.
A precious life.
Now we watch as the last star fades in the universe.
Watch as life whispers to itself in grief.
We watch and we remember.