Gone now
They are dead!
So many of my own cherished,
Familial souls, indeed, a part, if not all of me.
Where have they gone?
As I leave them
Laying beneath the long black nights
Bathed in dew and fragranced in honeysuckle,
Those earthly bones akin to my own
Change into their gray garb of ashes and dust.
In the cold, o-pineing gusts of winter
The old songs I've loved singing with them
Of heavenly homecomings
On streets of gold
Echo, echo, sending me away again
In search of something elusive, yet
A promise from the beginning of time
Are they there now?
Shall I, shall you prepare to fly away
To join them in their joyful state?
How and when?
With trembling faith,
Right here and now.
For it is written, we are dust
Gray ashes here, but there, will be
Life and Love Everlasting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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