Your dead are not lost
they have just moved on,
like night slips to daylight
each morning, at dawn.
Cry for your sadness.
Cry for your pain.
Of course you miss faces
you wont see again.
Build a boat
to harbor your grief.
Send it off, with a candle
to lend to Release.
Like a light in the dark,
like a glimmer of hope,
know Death is not terrible,
its a blessing, invoked.
Death gets a bad rap
from the ones left behind.
But those who opt in
embrace beauty, refined.
Death is no thief,
it's a lottery win.
Regardless of your faith,
it's the yang to the yin.
Life is the challenge.
Surviving is work.
Big whoop,
you can do this;
life is a perk!
Life takes up the space
between darkness and light.
It is the star on the edge
of each day's coming night.
Its the promise in breath.
Its the hope in a smile.
Its the courage to birth
the next phenomenal child.
So honor your Dead,
your loves who've moved on.
but don't tell me they're lost, they exist,
like the echo of song.
