though the road be long

a piece for morris

if we be this sand,

 
then surely death is the wind.

 
Where ever this wind blows it can never erase the trace of the good memories worth cherishing , even if we cannot share an embrace anymore.

For they say 'there once was in this life', with hearts so sore,

But I say, in the womb of memories and everlasting life, there is, and will always be,

That friend of mine who's named, Morris