Home in Oblivion.
We won’t be here forever
for life is never here to stay
(well, not for long, anyway.)
We may linger longer
leave our footprints side by side
and keep records of our memories
as they pass by.
But even the scribes
and poets and rebels
philosophers and lovers too
will one day be forgotten
just like me and you.
For the stories that we write
no matter how well-kept
will be rendered indecipherable
by history’s unforgiving hand.
Our scriptures redacted
our poems re-rhymed
our libraries incinerated
oh, the relentlessness of time.
Let us not dream, my dear, of fossilisation;
the conditions were never suited
for our preservation.
Perhaps we can be buried
under the roots of a great tree
for just the detritivores
and saprophytes to see.
Perhaps we’ll one day return
to the earth and the gales
and become a part of someone
who’s heard but whispers of our tale.
But fear not, my love,
for our destiny is certain.
We may linger longer
but must one day be forgotten.
So sleep tight and travel safe
I’ll hold your hands while they’re still warm
give my heart while it’s still beating
we’ll reunite in our permanent home
at peace at last, together in oblivion.
(Archive from 22/04/24)