On the rough road of time, as we walk along
There would be a moment when I am gone

Would you then search for me behind the outcrop?
Across the silent lake, across leas and forests,
Wait for silent footsteps in the dark of night
Peer through smoke arising from a smoldering ember
Left over when with singed wings, I flew away
Make sense of the images, scattered in shattered glass
Or looked for a washed away name on sands of that instant
When hearts carved in soft barks, now scarred, lie weathered
Rummage into moments that were lost, to find scraps
Of bones with shredded flesh shorn of skin and soul

Don’t…
Reduced to a thought, a puff a wisp, can you
Touch flowing rivers water again?
I would be that drop of water
That headed out to be a part of the open seas