I have seen them them
No names yet, vague
Fresh flowers scented
The air perfumed, sacred
The earth turned fresh
She welcomes them all
Eternal presence kept
Joined in her waiting arms
The brief clamour gone
Now a windy silence
The reverence of rest
Like a book read and done
Tales told, lessons long
Treasures misplaced
Sad parting, drifting away
On currents distant
Like the lapping waves
The tides of life go on
Returning with time
Its obligated purpose
The earth rolls on slowed
As if a grain of sand
In a universe unbounded
Undefinable on a beach