The spot where we stop to exist
We live no more.
The flesh, the bones spurt
Only the ashes live
Till memoirs survive
Of those that live to remember.
They too fade away with time
The freshness of today is lost
In the hearts that beat after.
This is a rule, that reigns supreme
To those that live in nature’s bosom
Shall depart from all untrue bondage
To merge back in the true Entity
Of which they are a part.