by BK Johnsen
What if eternity was fleeting?
What if we all become one?
The end is near, they say
Yet tomorrow will bring new sun
The moon keeps waxing, waning
The water — vast and deep
The misty air and dewy leaves — awaken from their sleep
The world goes on, as does all life
and death is all around
Each cell, living tissue,
repeated dying — returning to former forms
But now rumors swirling
Thoughts so beautiful and proud
Death itself won’t stop our souls
from making impact across all realms
Yet none shall understand
It’s too fantastic to believe
That all fears and pain die with us
as our souls travel overseas
So, enjoy this life so fleeting
It is right to enjoy this gift
Our body is our temple
Our minds — the river Styx
All travel far and wide
Brainwaves the vehicle
Imagination takes its toll
On all things physical
Holding my love so close, so tight
I heard our hearts in sync
Thank the maker for what good has been given to my life
Eternally, our spirits spent.