Poem from January 2013
5:17 PM
On death and dying far too young:
beauty never fades —
time may strip away the polish
chip at the surface,
like a river refining each stone at its bed
with every sweeping motion.
Regardless of its form,
whether unified or scattered
like particles in the vast cosmos,
beauty shall always remain.
Cherish in your hearts the dust
that has so graciously fallen from the source
and settled within you,
store it up in your mind and never forget
as she rests in peace.
As her beauty rests in the pieces
spread out amongst all of us who bore witness to
the beauty that she was
the beauty that she is
the beauty that she shall remain
— beauty never fades.
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