Memento Mori I
Each day, it whispers, finds its way,
In shadows cast or light of day—
A fleeting thought, a solemn plea,
A quiet nod to mortality.
Memento Mori
It bids you seek the beauty there,
In sorrow’s depths, in burdens shared,
For what if dawn should fail to rise,
And leave the world in darkened skies?
Perhaps a bird’s song, soft, forlorn,
Upon a frozen winter’s morn,
Or breath that hangs, in crystal light,
Suspended, fading into night.
The mayfly’s dance, a fragile fight,
One day to love, then gone from sight.
Its fleeting flight, a poignant story,
A living echo: Memento Mori.
A daydream breaks, the truth takes hold,
A chill reminder, stark and cold:
All dreams must yield, all eyes must close,
To realms unseen, where silence grows.
Memento Mori.