Death and Dreams


Beauty in death is seen
In the dreams in which we linger,
As we gently float down the stream
Is not life but one such dream?
The words upon which our resting skulls lay,
Wait to enter an absent mind.
It is too late and there is no time,
Beauty in death only repays in kind,
And dreams, it seems,
One cannot but find.

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