Fallen ashes

For my late Grandmother and for my niece.

It's a solemn sun that sets

on your final day.

To lay forever un-awoken.

the last leaf having fallen,

a final breath spoken.

But anyway,

the suns heat remains

in photographs with

dusty frames.

The sun was there,

it will be again.

Just in a different body;

with a different name.

Fallen ashes in the wind

and rain.

But it's all a reminder

that there once was

a flame.

A solemn way that sets up

a brighter day.

For the new awoken.

As the sapling grows,

the chain; still unbroken.

Reviews

[. serah .]

-- incredibly poignant and inspiring work, monsieur greg... -- you convey so much with the image of the sun... the intensity of loss and the continuity of all things living... -- the way you've written about "forever un-woken" and then "new awoken" is just brilliant...