We come and go

What happens when breakers die

A part a watery grave, mist to the sky

We are liquid waves on a cosmic sea

Coming and going, returning back into what we always be

A candle evaporates as it's burning

Heat and smoke into carbon and gas turning

We are dust from a distant star

In a universe where there is no near or far

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

A nicely rhymed description of a cosmic truth here. We come and we go, but not to any ending. If anything, it's a constant recycling. No birth, no death. Only being.

[Soren]

Thank you John for the read and comment yes every atom recycled even while we are here each cell recycled.

[Curly Grace]

Such calm, cosmic imagery. You make the coming and going of things feel almost peaceful.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and comment it is most appreciated. Indeed the coming and going is peaceful it is the in between that is not

[Chris Shaw]

A most beautiful poem. Stunning in imagery and a reminder that nothing lasts forever. I need to get to the sea again. It’s been a while. Candles, I light frequently. Thank you Soren. Have a great Tuesday.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you so much Chris for the review of this poem and your most kind remarks they are always most appreciated and valued