I am the BassBastard
The water ripples
Sound mapped on the 3D plane
A drop remembers
The wind sighs by me
whispering secrets loved long
Memory in scent
Trees murmur to all
Hushing the children playing
Rustle fallen clothes
The clouds drifting through
They have witnessed it before
mourning comes too soon
The water ripples
sorrow given form
A drop remembers
Carried into love
Carried into life
Buried by hands that loved her as wife
Lost to flow
Lost to pain
A mother returned to the energy plane
Left behind
Left in sorrow
Fear in facing the thousand tomorrows
Holding hands
Hold agony
Absent but watching over her progeny
The body is always weaker than soul
The spirit continues no matter the toll
Mind carries spirit from one to the next
And still the waves of grief will roll
Where we go is where we wait
Where we wait the light purifies
Why pain is endured corporeal
When the end is what life defies
