A stream flows In a dark place Sunlight flitting in Making its own plays Uncovering the face
The silence isn't deafening Except it lacks hearts that are beating Wishers and wishing wells Womb of unbridled starts Building of the building blocks
Aeons pass And the stream never stops For its dormancy Was well worth the stop Aeons will pass And the stream won't cease Like the falling leaves Like the summer breeze And the wintry trees
Though nothing stays forever There exist eternities All the times that have ever been Are or someday will ever be Turned into a soliloquy
A stream flows In my soul Revolutions cascading Mocking all and making Teaching and reminiscing
I wrote this because of a realization triggered by a friend's death. Life is short. Life is tangled. Life is rough. But it is also rewarding. It is linked to each other. It is worth living.
People die. But life shall live. And we shall be a part of it. And that we cherish them, cherish each other, cherish this opportunity. No requirement for gratuity, but the realization that we won't live forever.