What If We Might Stay Eternally?
What if the solar by no means set on our days,
If time’s merciless hand couldn’t erase
The laughter, the tears, the love we’ve identified,
If infinite horizons had been ours to personal?
Immortality whispers, a siren’s name,
A life with out finish, transcending all of it.
However would it not be bliss, or a gilded cage,
A unending script on an everlasting stage?
To look at the ages rise and fall,
To see empires crumble, the forests crawl,
To outlast the celebrities, the moon’s comfortable glow,
To hold the burden of the centuries’ stream.
Would love nonetheless burn with the identical fierce flame,
Or would it not dwindle, only a ghost of a reputation?
Would each kiss, each contact, lose its thrill,
When time itself bends to our infinite will?
What of the enjoyment in fleeting issues,
The rapture that mortality brings?
The urgency to stay, to dream, to dare,
As a result of we all know our time is uncommon?
Would we nonetheless cherish the blooming rose,
If we knew it will wither, however not the repose?
Would we nonetheless sing of the setting solar,
If our lives had been infinite, by no means undone?
And what of the soul, the essence inside,
Would it not develop weary, would it not develop skinny?
A tapestry stretched too far, too large,
Dropping the colours it as soon as held with pleasure.
Might we bear the burden of infinite years,
The infinite joys, the unstated fears?
Or would we yearn for the peace of the top,
A remaining embrace from time’s oldest buddy?
What if we might stay eternally, they are saying,
However maybe it’s the finite that makes us keep.
For within the fleeting, we discover our grace,
Within the shadow of endings, we discover our place.
So allow us to not curse the transient hour,
For it’s mortality that offers us energy.
To like, to dream, to actually be,
Immortality lies in dwelling, not eternity.
