The human Spirit does not die.
Hence, for you, I shall not cry.
I will not weep; I will not lament,
As, for us all, you are heaven sent.
The physical body - naught but a shell;
Which on departure, all repel.
A concoction of things that to earth belong;
Since a long time before you sang your song.
A collection of melodies we each shall sing;
An eternity of lessons to relish and bring.
We give you our heart; we give you our soul.
For to one thing alone, we return to be whole.
I love you; I love myself.
Anything less is absence of wealth.
The material world is just one plane;
A monopoly box revered in vain.
All that we hoard here shall remain;
Back in the box at the end of the game.
Shackled by life like a clam to a shell;
The true definition of a lovable hell.
If poor in love, or poor in heart;
Every time, we shall restart.
The truth, for the pure, always reserved;
Free to create all we deserve.
I will see you soon and I wish you well;
Secure in my heart you always dwell.
With a beaming smile, I embrace our rhyme;
The blink of an eye, a mere stitch in time.
An illusion of miracles, a real rat race;
For now, I continue and lay my Ace.
A little more time I here shall stay.
I hope you don't mind; please for me pray.
I know where you are; I shan't be blind.
Even if I remain stuck in mind.
The wheel must turn, the record must play.
See you soon another day.
With a strong embrace and a wink of the eye;
Just for now, I bid you goodbye.
Steven Frampton, Summer 2015