remembering the dead
follows the living

a memory is forged
deep into the heart

the remembrance of friends
relationships past

those who have passed
from fragile sight

a song never ends
weaves through countless times

times not counted in years
years not counted at all

some sing forever their song
their songs cradle their souls

the listener can be seduced
but first makes their choice.

a naked journey we all made
same as all fauna and flora
a naked birth and naked death

the truly poor are those that hoard-
believing worldly goods will save them

we meet in the air we breathe
sit in silence together
our union is forever