May our souls wash upon shores
Speckled with gold and the like
May our bodies wear with grace
And wither with a softness
May our smiles be recalled fondly
With bright distant eyes
Staring into heydays fading to gray
May the histories of our days in the sun
Be recounted now and again
Accurate and forgiving
May time be good to us
Like it has to no other
May these years be not in vain
May the wind whisper reminders
To our loved ones to keep us close
Lest we slip away
For if we are to be forgotten
The church bells ring for naught
And the tears of beloveds
And the ambivalent faces of youngsters
Staring into open graves soon to be undone
Will be all but empty rituals
And the somber fears of the unknown
Creep swiftly on
We took ungrateful breaths
And wasted away
Aimless we walked
Now buried we stay
We've passed through the ether
Through six feet of sorrow
We've broken the halo
Everyday is tomorrow
We drift and we drift
On your memory's shores
We were beyond your reach
Forever more
But if we may offer
Just one last request
These words whispered from Elsewhere's address
Remember us.
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