A bed of memories across by back
Heavens of hope reach my eyes
Vast horizones to unknown lives
Pain of past sorrows and future ones.
Swaying to the leaves..reaching the stars
Fingers dance upon deaths bed
Crushing the remains in it's grasp
Powder of ashes, long ago dreams.
Muscles streatch, the layers relax
So soft, so lost in the past
Floating downward into the rich soil
Threads remain, nothing more.
I still see the stars with my mind
I still hear the clouds with my heart
I still soar to the heavans....
But rest with the dry..old leaves of life.
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