An Epitaph for Eternity

Holy Week '75

As the world turns slowly on its axis
I fathom it
Clouds drift
Breezes pass
And waters flow
Yet, I remain

I am warmed by the sun
The waters soothe me
The breezes carry me

When I am gone
My blood shall flow as water
My flesh shall scatter as dust
And my spirit shall pass as the wind

I remain

10/12/09 9AM
Red Lion Pub
George Henry II