When loved ones fade, they do not cease.
Their atoms dance in star and breeze,
through cosmic dark their waves find peace,
and whisper softly through the trees.
Each photon once that touched their face
still wanders on through time and flame.
No force can end what love’s embrace
has etched upon the cosmic frame.
Their heat, their song, their breath, their spark
still move within the world’s great spin.
They light the void, they warm the dark,
their motion stirs the life within.
     So though they fade from mortal view,
     what they became is ever new.