All Is Not Lost

Consolation

What helps you sleep when the winds of death bring their bite

And dreams fill your nights with haunting melodies?

Regrets melt away and all that’s left are our past adventures.

Beautiful and sweet smiles creep across our faces

As we relive those joyous times like a set of old home movies.

Contemplation

We flee the finality of death but are forever preparing the future we grant to

Our children, grandchildren, and those to come. Their memories are yet to be made.

Although we have no part in them, our vapors fill their senses with the fragrance of remembrance

As they create their own sweet aroma.

Creation

With our last breath the fears and regrets that once haunted us escape from our minds,

Yet linger still in the courage of those who come after us,

An inheritance brighter than gold or silver but nonetheless more valuable;

Dreaming of the unlimited stories they will create, with hills and valleys that are part of every journey,

Is the salve that heals our spirits and helps us send forth hope like a cannon shot.

Continuation

Their stories and adventures are as numerous as the stars, and as exciting as any story ever written.

We pass these gifts to future generations; decades, centuries, and millennia to come,

With fragments of our DNA pulsing through their veins.

Maybe we will be watching them from above, sharing every laughter and cry and sending a cool breeze when they need it most.

Either way, we are with them; there is no end to their perpetual stories as long as our legacy lingers, spurring them onward to write their own endings and pass the torch of love.