In our cities
When the last of us breathe
Our last breath
The sky will still burn with fire
Every morning
There will be no one to mourn
Our absence
But the emptiness of time
There will be no one to mourn
Our absence
But the emptiness of time
How crazy it is
This point of consciousness
Travelling through space and time
On a ship of meat and bone
I would never fail
For fear of trying
I would fail
For reaching further
Than I could grasp
Which alters my idea
Of beauty
Which alters my idea
Of love
And so
My capacity
For compassion
Grows
As I turned
My mind to it
It rose
And rose again
Into a mighty fire
Startled
I turned away
Tamped it down
Put it away
Returning to my quiet
Reflections form a perfect circle
Bringing the past into the present
And the present into the past
I create a history I prefer
Reforming memories I prefer
To remember
A time to reflect
A time to bask
A time to collect
And recollect