A poem about those who have died but not yet gone on. |
Our eyes do not perceive them As to and fro they travel But if their power grows or dims Their well-kept guise unravels Then revealed are they Their outward forms of ghostly view Yet for all the fearful things men say These too were men the earth once knew Once, they lived and breathed the air Once, they were flesh and bone Once, they were young, without a care Now they are dead, but not yet gone Why still, with the living, do they mix? To claim to know, I do not dare But perhaps when they reached the River Styx They could not afford the fare Perhaps they linger for revenge On their killer, yet unrevealed Or maybe they felt Hell's burning singe And turned and left their fate unsealed Maybe still they yearn to go To leave this world behind But on the earth, they are kept low And cannot ascend to lands without time Some lived to love, some to fight Many walked the earth alone Some are harmless, but some are quite the fright Among the dead, but not yet gone Once, they lived and breathed the air Once, they were flesh and bone Once, they were young, without a care Now they are dead, but not yet gone Always remember the men the earth once knew And never think you are alone Do not forget they're always among you, The dead, but not yet gone. N. Ryan Mounce April 16, 2007 |