Do They Really Leave Us

They leave us But do they really leave us? They leave the world but They don’t leave our hearts They leave their bodies but Not the characters they embodied Push the button, it all starts to end They returned the gifts they were blessed with Gently back into the places they came from Wrapped in white silk Creamier than milk Gently they descend Back where it all began In the finest grains and dirt Slides between their fingers It’s warm Protected from the storm Preserved Every bone in every cell that rose And now It falls Sinks into peace Plummets into the light Into the piercing breeze Cold enough to breathe The Last breath The Last sight The Last scent The Last taste The Last touch They rest their eyes Their minds Leave their memories behind They lose their fears Release their dreams There are no inhibitions now No where, who, what, when and how It rang The buzzer, the alarm The green light shines orange, and then red Silence Like the soft sounds of the Sahara Like the silky water of the red sea Like the child in the womb Silence Even deeper now Ears, they don’t hear a sound Or the footsteps above ground No longer can they hear the winds racing Water dropping Babies crying Engines roaring Glass shattering Heels stomping Kids playing Waves crashing Silence They don’t hear a sound Now they rest In peace, they indulge They are the lucky ones Chosen from the masses Handpicked from the fields From the rest, they shine They saw and were never blind They will remain loved Remembered Missed As our eyes rest every night We will unite And relive every day we spent Every feeling felt After they leave us But do they really leave us?