Death Series 4 - Time Iii (Snow) Poem by Ciaran Quirke

Drifting ever down unheeded,
Mere fragments of blanket above,
All woolen blankets do untangle
As time wears on, remorseless.

Fragmentary though they may be,
All deaths possess deep within,
A hidden beauty, appreciated
By none, or too few to name.

Drifting ever down unheeded,
Mere fragments though they may be,
Innate joy shall be found
From those who wait,
Flame of hope not yet extinguished.

All crystals that fall amid deafening silence,
Unbearably close, the sound overbearing,
The joy and the laughter yet unheard
until time heals, remorse held deep.

Oh how they shall congregate below,
Amidst the stones, placed within the field,
Another has joined their number,
Another life extinguished, melted, frozen.

Drifting ever on unheeded,
Mere fragments of all before,
All life that ends shall forever slumber,
While time takes all that shall remain,
But not, without – remorse?