A stream flows
In a dark place
Sunlight flitting in
Making its own plays
Uncovering the face
The silence isn't deafening
Except it lacks hearts that are beating
Wishers and wishing wells
Womb of unbridled starts
Building of the building blocks
Aeons pass
And the stream never stops
For its dormancy
Was well worth the stop
Aeons will pass
And the stream won't cease
Like the falling leaves
Like the summer breeze
And the wintry trees
Though nothing stays forever
There exist eternities
All the times that have ever been
Are or someday will ever be
Turned into a soliloquy
A stream flows
In my soul
Revolutions cascading
Mocking all and making
Teaching and reminiscing
I wrote this because of a realization triggered by a friend's death.
Life is short. Life is tangled. Life is rough.
But it is also rewarding. It is linked to each other. It is worth living.
People die. But life shall live. And we shall be a part of it.
And that we cherish them, cherish each other, cherish this opportunity. No requirement for gratuity, but the realization that we won't live forever.