The quietude of not being.

To settle the score
he lived each decade till ten.
Now in the quietude
of not being
his skull sits
on the desk
gathering candle wax tears.

Facing the window
the sunset shines
through eye sockets empty
casting a shadow
on the cranium walls
that housed the moments
of thoughts long gone.

Autumn memories
litter empty minds,
from tears shed,
cascading falls
wash thoughts
while the orbit of you
catches my eye
are just comet debri,
the skull looks on,
long live the dream.

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[R.E. Ray]

I listened this morning to Steve Jobs’ 2005 Stanford commencement speech, where he said (paraphrasing)... you don’t truly embrace life until you embrace death. I thought about that message here. Long after we’re gone, life and dreams go on, and maybe we’re part of that world, if only dust or an empty skull on a dusty desk. Always enjoyable to read your work, Andrew.