When We Are Gone:

When We Are Gone

When we are gone
   will we weep for clouds
   we had no time for today?

Will we call for stars
   that once we slept through?

Will we yearn for moonbeams
   lost in light of
   more important matters?

Will we write poems
   in our own dust
   praising beauty
   we can scarce remember?

Or shall we love now
   while yet we breathe
   and these eyes can see
 
sights that soon will vanish
   living only in memory
   if memory still lives
   when we are gone?