Post by Ken Corbett on Mar 21, 2014 7:04:05 GMT -5
When the stars no longer race
to the farthest edge of space;
when universe has spent its fuel
shrinking to big bang renewal;
Our time alive will come again
as our death becomes our birth.
We'll rise undead at our life's end
emerging from the dusty earth.
Old age will give way to youth.
Growing young will be the truth.
Infirmities will fade away
as time reverses day by day.
This time there will be no parting.
Our last goodbyes will be our starting.
The bitter sorrow of separation
will become sweet celebration.
So don't despair, no don't regret.
All is not lost, our love lives yet.
It waits for us on time's back road
to return when worlds implode.
to the farthest edge of space;
when universe has spent its fuel
shrinking to big bang renewal;
Our time alive will come again
as our death becomes our birth.
We'll rise undead at our life's end
emerging from the dusty earth.
Old age will give way to youth.
Growing young will be the truth.
Infirmities will fade away
as time reverses day by day.
This time there will be no parting.
Our last goodbyes will be our starting.
The bitter sorrow of separation
will become sweet celebration.
So don't despair, no don't regret.
All is not lost, our love lives yet.
It waits for us on time's back road
to return when worlds implode.