Sparkatale

Memento Mori

Perhaps your deeds will fade someday to dust,
With all your memories in the grave interred,
And leave no speck upon the lasting world,
As only fading stone your name will speak. 

Perhaps my deeds to such a fate are destined,
And empty space my substance will demand,
And someday, perhaps my memories too will fade,
And leave your hurtful deeds beneath the ground. 

But time is left to us for word and deed,
And space for things of innermost creation,
The void of space kept back a little while,
And mortal days proceed in blaze of glory. 

For I can yet destroy your legacy
Of tearful darkness, left to me that day
As on the ground a darkened wreck I lay,
Bereft of hope and cleaving to the ground. 

And I shall rise, and cast off all your shadows,
And skip through groves of joyful summer blossom,
And I'll look back to see if I can find you
In gloomy forests upon a distant shore. 

19/10/18