Existence

Not so very suddenly,
But still,
            are we so brazen as to pretend
We do not REALLY know it is coming?

An intake of breath;
Resisting death
       Until the end.
A look,
       Up.
A hesitation held,
Based on a virtuous vow;
Then,
The last breath;
Before the advancement of unmitigated sleep,
His being Embroidered back into beyond.
A virtuous man has waned
                   into the other side;
And yet -- we cry!

Do we not know a thing?

       His magic does not die out.
There is harmony in his change,
As he dissipates into the sacred landscape,
Let us be silent,
             Let us be calm,
                    Let us be collectively unfrenzied.
Celebrate his escape from this strange dream,
Into his next existence;

And, those that knew him
Know that this loss of life
WILL not promote loss of meaning.