MEMENTO MORI
There is only that what i see, hear
So delicate, to touch or feel here
no, naught in heaven
we're not in heaven
here, not in heaven
'cause we'll go not to heaven
nor below
Past the time now, when i tried too
to bury, to hide or keep tied to
all of that
or all of this
all our this and that
'cause we'll leave this for that
that i know
For all we have, now's surely ours
'tis somehow saved, shared, but for hours
if not that, what more
if not this, what for
for you, for me, forever more
all of you, all of me
this we owe
But all these senses, they won't be worn
all life's sentences, they will be shorn
torn from this soil
no tasks left to toil
no matter, atom, each coil
scattered, stripped bare of all but
id or ego
Not a finger to put on it
neither poem, prose, song or sonnet
no body or refrain
will stay or remain
no stains, no remains
when we've gone, go away
where we go
Not only you, two can resist
ring, resound, pervade, and persist
to be near to me
to keep, true to me
my light, my night, my mori
So my only, wholy memory
my memento
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What we have is fleeting.