sometimes the dead keep walking
walking over our hearts
in our dreams
to tell us
we are loved
far beyond the imaginable.

their bodies dissolved by fire and earth
wind that awakened their souls
almost as if life didn’t end.
old wind that blows
through the trees
we are breathing.

fade away from reality
but sparks roam
of who they were,
catching light
somewhere far beyond
and close inside.

their footsteps not in the sand
but in our minds,
crossing hearts.
we have in our palms
their soul’s imprints.
a circle is made
we are infinite
infinite together.