Ashes - Poem by Jay Blue
The years upon themselves will close,
once folded then unfolded,
as unaged born, to ageless turns,
through aging's twining scolded.
Through years of moment's pleasures,
grafted to the ether's breath,
whispered dreams in flags of prayer,
escape the truth of death.
When just the pyre's ash remains,
when autumn's hushing gently stirs,
when absence seems too stark to hold,
life's long red thread endures.
Stitched through laughter's echo,
knotted through a true love's seam,
hung as memory's bunting,
graces truths we're left to dream.
For these will not escape us,
born free above what ash remains,
as time reclaims its holdings,
these memories, this life sustains.
for Judy Arterburn (July 25,1944 - January 5,2016)
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