gone

everyone who's ever lived is gone

all who now live are here

but they too, leashed by time and space

will go

where did you go,

you disappeared like everybody else

no one left,

never has been,

never will be,

perhaps their ashes in an urn

preserves sarcophagus therein contained

as in mummified

or encased in amber like the prehistoric ant,

wooden stone or lithograph

maybe a modern wonder photograph

or by cyberspace somewhere on the web as picture memory

or memory in someone yet living's mind

or else passed by speech as tradition of those yet alive

they come and leave their love and trace

then disappear

guaranteed, 'cause einstein said and proved

though not quite so easy to untrained minds

though by faith those that aren't

accept dna paternal proofs per se

involving cases as in legal rights go with the crowd

matter cannot be created or destroyed

although their molecules and atoms are out there somewhere

whereas energy mass is matter in closed systems physical

cannot be created, at least not by us

in its original state

we cannot raise the dead,

nor can that we energy from the void create

although death of our most beloved organism, human is gone

transformed from living to another state,

that energy that was our loved one dear as we know it gone

passed on to a different form of course

decomposition, new - different position perspective juxtapositional thing

molecular atomic

now where's the spirit?

the energy source of all those that have ever lived

lived now and who will future live

it can't be traced but by faith i suppose

since science alone cannot dissect define that what is,

the substance of things unseen,

what those who know it, see it by same

deduce and absolve

such a one like einstein

may not be near to inquire of or consult

but lived upon this orb called earth quite a while long ago

still lives out beyond our realm includes aero astro astral space

beyond the natural plane that's ours

he'll tell you where the spirit is

'cause he fashioned each and every molecule and atom bit

an' said, God doesn't play dice with the universe

only he can create and destroy,

its commonly understood

by the heavenly crowd

you can't embrace

your loved one gone

only their real voice,

if it was recorded on mechanical electronic contraptions,

or in your head you hear its tone as if yesterday or now

and you cry because you can't hold them,

your loved ones gone,

it's so, so cruel

rant and rave,

it will do no good,

only their memories remain

however, there's a mirror

if one peers through it, i'm told and of it i've read

by faith so believe

though the image is vague, smokey and dim

if you look by a lens of the one by which its sustained

you'll see another dimension existence of being

reflecting vast crowds onlookers who cheer

awaiting your own passing through

waiting for you

to a place that restores not only the memories

the sounds and the sights

of reality bytes

that not only ring true of the love that you sought

but the actual ones you once held and will hold again