My sorrow has nourished these lands, where I've sown the tears of your remains. It will continue until the last gasp of air escapes my lungs in a tomorrow far away. The dense fog of despair will clear after the winds carry me to you. Then, sunlight shall pour through the clouds and fill the fields with a splendor that won't be observed by people who are too busy living with their minds closed off and eyelids crusted shut. In death, they shall join us as limbo roses, wild daisies, Queen Anne's Lace, living on in forgotten memories, vibrations, and colors only seen through the cones of bee eyes. One day, the glaciers will melt, and humans will become mere fables whispered about in the ballads of tidal waves that eat away at the dust from the haunted world of yesterday. Not long from then, the sun will engulf us, and we shall join the constellations of a far off planet. Galaxies will collide, and we'll become lost between the cross stitches of unnamed dimensions when time no longer ticks. Eternity won't remember our names, but it will have breathed them for just a moment.