This poem was written in a very dark part of my life, and during a particularly dark period within that. I am grateful, though, to look back and see that even that, I was able to see the light shining through and remind myself that there is always an end to the storm.
The original piece is below for reference, and can be found in its entirety at https://objectsanddistance.com/2018/12/19/some-sunset-somewhere/
My body aches
And the sound of voices from so long ago echoes in my ears
Smiles no longer bearing faces
Faces no longer bearing smiles
At times
I want to crumble
To fall back to the earth and in time be swept away by a passing breeze
Each and every cell and molecule dispersed from one another
To be lifted into the sky that they might at least be a part of some sunset somewhere
But I know
That this will pass
With time
Just as each day ends
With a sunset
Somewhere
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
I think there is something so deep in this.. our cells are the cells of the Universe…. and those feelings of dissolution and becoming one with everything only to fall or feel ourselves blowing away. I understand that experience..
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Yes, it is really quite beautiful and pure at the core. I actually had someone ask me what I thought of death, and whether I was afraid, and this poem came to mind and the concept leaves me not afraid, but rather intrigued. I am in no rush to move from this life to the next, but when it happens, I am certain it will be nothing like we expect. 😊
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No why fear it? Our spirit us eternal we only shed forms of manifestation.
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Yes, exactly. Death is a change, not an end. 😊💙
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Exactly and its all unconditional love and light in the other side we also get to see things about our soul journey obscured before.
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