They all left in silence
With a hope of being reborn
To wear new clothes come this time
And not washed ones already worn
Can beauty be kept alive
In a bell jar
To never wither
Are dreams; going cold today,
From tommorow any better.
Will the seeds sowed and sheltered
When flowered shall remember
The last touch; it had felt
Before being buried in September
Or the journey shall sell it all
For that chance to breath once more
To see the sun in a different light
And find it the same as before
What afterlife claim no ails
In Meadows of Asphodel
What treasures can hold the sunken ship
Which in memory never set a sail
Perhaps in some distant way
The wind must too feel
Those flower which swayed with it
And the towers that stood ever still
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