Ever-Flow

What became of the snowdrops that once touched your hand?
Still remembered, yet long since returned to the land.
And as day turns to night, does the sunshine depart?
As even in darkness, it gleams in your heart?

What became of the stone you cast into the sea?
As it cast forth its ripples in liquid memory?
Will those imprints themselves one day flicker and fade?
Made dull by time’s surface, like stone to a blade?

What becomes of a life, when it comes to its end?
When the script has been read, and the curtain descends?
Is it not just the same as the stone in the sea?
As the dew upon spring grass; new snowdrops-to-be?

Though naught is forever, why should we regret?
When the now is eternal, recurring, unset.
For while lives may be lost, life itself never so.
We are all merely droplets, in time’s ever-flow.

Ever-Flow

Eliyn

Joined February 2008

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