You weep for stars

yet dare not draw the blinds.

You bleed for distant wars

but never cross the line.

What is this—

all this bright,

unanswered light?

I see the past

hungering in your eyes;

you glimpse the future

flickering in mine.

I released Forever,

let it drift from my hands,

and chose instead to hold

whatever speaks,

however faint,

of a sign—

That death is not the end,

and He is always alive.