These are words to shape something that everyone wants
but no one has a corner on
that market.

It all remains unspoken; the remains we wished for
are not the ashes we asked for.

The ones we left behind in the fire
we started in life are now delivered.

in the eye of remembrance
is the dust of stars
sifted into a plastic bag

Love and hope, faith and trust, peace and wisdom; still,
I question what i know, what is true.

What shifts us to enter this circle, holding hands,
using words that wonder how to make it
not be the end of everything?

I will plant a tablespoon of ashes in all the places
where the spirits dwell.

I will leave this poem so you can find the place
where other spirits dwell