The Dead🖤

On the other side of the great mirror, Where the sounds of evening fade away, A realm of pure silence opens, An infinite and gentle absence. It is but a lighthouse that has gone out Because morning breaks, It is but a step out of the room, Where pain finally subsides. Like a ship setting sail And disappearing into the clear horizon, We think it is dead in our sight, But its journey continues. It sails toward other shores, Freed from the weight of age, To find its primal source again, To be nothing but light. Death is not an enemy, But rest after life, The last veil that is torn away, A sweet and eternal sigh. Don't cry over his memory, Evening is not the end of the story, He is everywhere the wind blows, In every heart, in every space.