When we face the gate of fire at the end of our journey,
and the creator beckons us forth,
what enchanting tale shall we regale him of our spell
spent on his land?

We will speak of the wandering souls encountered
on the pathway to the next.
Tell of the ones who abandoned our wreckage
and whisper of those who carried us on.

Weep at the thought of the ones who went early
to dwell in the land of spring.
Recall their ways and faces
and know we shall see them again in time,

Reminisce on the wild and wondrous adventures we had
and beam down on the memories shared.
The Earth still spins without us there
but our mark was left in soft song and kind word.

Whatever lies beyond this life
shall suffice for me.
Forgive my simple mortal mind
and may my soul be free.