By: Sam
A caress bring warmth
To stone-cold corpses
But can never return the spirit
Back into frames of time
A memory may spark
A light to dimmed minds
And yet it is fated to once more
Be forgotten in the closet
In the end of all
If we allowed to call it
Only words can endure so
Death is becometh
And yet it is
As empty and shallow
As air enclosed inside a dome
It circles but it is meaningless
Perhaps only a glass
A mirror only could
Surpass time and emotions of old
And yet shatters to more than one