A Gift of Immortality
When the sun disappears from view,
it hasn't gone completely.
When the moon fades from the morning sky,
it hasn't gone completely.
As I sit across from you
and
whisper secrets about what once was
We have our lives ahead of us
to see what we mean by our words
Actions may be remembered
and recalled
They may show us what time
sacrificed looks like to the untrained eye
Yet the one thing that remains permanent
is how our words affect each other
My heart may hear your
voice
My heart may sing your
song
Yet there is no sound I would rather
hear
That compares to that of your
heartbeat
And when that
heartbeat ceases to have a sound
It shall take its place amongst
mine
My heart shall beat for both of us
You will live on within me
Immortals once were told that death
could not ensnare them
But they discovered the greatest way
of staying permanent
Was by living amongst others
by residing within them
So when they were no longer needed
And immortals fled
to the sky
They were always remembered
Because they dwelt
within us
Not just for the life that they lived
But inside our bodies and heartbeats as well
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