and you in your turn return to the dust you once were the earth and moon, to twirl through the satin night forever and be once as you were before the wind this one thing, nothing more and those who stumble on the path of gentle grass swaying and overgrown, your resting place on sunny afternoons when the earth is warm and the sky is cool blue will wonder at what once was a headstone with some letters that once were you Only silence and the rain, the thunder, and the ages as companions in the antique intervals of the centuries we too were once the living breath and now but faded memories in your remembering, if you could hold arms with a figment or a flame as if to summon up a happy moment, to live again, and again with the very speaking of a name blessed are the forgotten, for they have nothing to do this day or every day yet to come until time itself wears away and oceans blister under dying suns, Remember, this too shall pass.