Like the mist of a half-remembered dream that should not be;
Be a hero, live in our thoughts, and slide out to forgetting on the rails of time;
Time will shield you from us, shroud you with an unyielding sleep,
Sleep on, life’s bustle should not keep you awake.
We give you leave to stay absent
Absent from all conscious seconds of our being
Being remembered, is a burden you should beware of
Of that memory, there is a tendency for distance to make it a mirage – to distort
Distort into an extreme that vanquishes the many possibilities between Saint and Sinner.