We lose those, essence fades
But there voice from
Birth
            To
                         Death
Carry in a wind of whispers,
A moment caught upon a
Breeze,
                         A breathe
                                                       Remembered
As if their voice heard, an echo
Of a time now caught within the winds.
You,
           Me,
                    Us
We will hear their voices for times to come.
As every voice spoken is added to the wind,
So never fear
              They will always
         Be near,
They are but a breeze away forever
Voices travelling upon the *winds.