Nothing is Final
© Candice James, Poet Laureate Emerita
New Westminster, BC CANADA
There are enlightenments
clustered within
the amber and ebony,
the strings and theories
that hide inside the trees of time
And there is a harmony there
permeating the thick atmosphere
of non-existent time.
In the eternal forest,
each tree is a signpost
bearing the names
we need to see
to find our way home
to the silver and gold
encrusted inside
the amber and ebony.
Resolution and belief
are familiar names
in this forest of timeless trees;
a green reminder that all death lives on
in the music of the theories
and the dance of the strings
Nothing is final.
Not even death.