Life beyond unspoken death.

 

Passing time, everything's fine

until the climb into eternal shine

when love reclines into the remind

of ones spiritual life and their lessons that guide

for livings do try beyond the physical byes 

as their left behind signs, read uniquely mine

for what is grief if not love re-signed upon our soulful dotted lines

with insightful memories encased, of their life refined 

and although the pain never feels right, we sleep with hope that we never fall blind.

Our reflection.

The streets are alive with the cadence of rain 

and bare feet with memories of lost shoes walking in pain

beating to a hearts rhythm of missing love that carries the blame

searching to feel them again

through the looking glass of our windowpanes 

we look without seeing the hundreds of names 

that pass by with no glory or fame 

just yet another day we think, here we go again.