Souls marching on
We buried you under a mountain of flowers
but none of them would even wither.
For you there is no resurrection necessity
since death for you was an impossibility.
Yes, you are there still and partying,
having a good time as always among all your friends;
the party you started can not be disrupted,
since such a good party is set off just once and for all,
and you still are the head of it, keeping it up
as if you never even had had any illness.
So love keeps on rolling forever,
a party that never can be discontinued
with maybe occasional changes of guests
but pre-eminently independent of common mundaneness,
of death and of worries, of changes and comings and goings,
the more so the more the departed has wasted her love,
which no one did more here than you;
which is why you were taken away from us,
too good a person to last for her love,
which was even too much for yourself
but enough, all the same, to last quite some eternities.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-02-26 at 13:48
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