Only Flesh

Only Flesh by Michael R. Burch Moonlight in a pale silver rain caresses her cheek. What she feels is an emptiness more chilling than fear ... Nothing is questioned, yet the answer seems clear. Night, inevitably, only seems to end. Flesh is the stuff that does not endure. The sand begins its passage through narrowing glass as Time sifts out each seed yet to come. Only flesh does not last. Eternally, the days rise and fall with the sun; each bright grain, slipping past, will return. Only flesh fades to ash though unable to burn. Only flesh does not last. Only flesh, in the end, makes its bed in brown grass. Only flesh shivers, pale as the pale wintry light. Only flesh seeps in oils that will not ignite. Only flesh rues its past. Only flesh. Keywords/Tags: life, death, lifespan, flesh, mortality, time, sand, hourglass, ash, ashes, loss, grave, night, moon, moonlight, stars, rain, grass, despair