A poem of death and discovery

I remember things about here, unchanged in my memory
though sometimes the memories are not there
I remember here feeble curiosities
the amethyst ring she used to wear
I remember so much about here, but not enough
that will never change
Ashes to Ashes       Dust to Dust
in her flight of sudden passage 
everything was rearranged
The grass was green enough that day
the amber soil laid her to rest
and I held in my illusions of mortal thoughts 
that all was for the best.
And I walked through the past that day 
through the struggles of my friends
and from there, on that uneventful day
I realized the struggle that never ends.
There is a silent murderer something I can’t see
after the life that I hang onto
after what must be; a silent wind
a quiet stranger a ship wreck on the open sea
The memories are still there, but are fading too fast to hold onto
I fear my destiny unfolded
realizing someday I’ll be gone too.
She lay there in the amber soil
with the green grass all around her
and it seems such an atrocity that I never found her
In the wake of her death 
I begin to think of the future that is held there
though it seems strange that in a time of death
I could be so aware.

In memory of my grandmother...who i knew only in 
the distant ways of a child.

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