This Death Some Will Lament


This death
some will lament
remembering brief flames,
but to you,
the loved one,
the unloving,
it will be
as a pebble
lost on a wide beach,
seen and forgotten
among others and others.

I see the time
when dreams end
for you
as they have for me;
may the dreamlessness
be peace,
wherein you find
that lost thing,
your soul.

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