I Am Forever

There is nothing too strange or bizzare for an eternal entity to consider lightly;
the fleeting ideas within our subconcious are as real as reality.
Our daily lives are only temporary: the physical sights;
the smells and sounds of the country-side, the city's bright lights;
the feather-light caress of a genteel lover and a butterfly kiss;
those moments in the morning when your body refuses to go on like "this".
They are nothing more than passing fancies, insignificant little lies --
the truth of the matter will always persist within us -- inside.
The raw feeling that comes with remembering that smell,
the pleasing whisper in the ear, the emotion that cannot be still.
It moves quickly and with an inhuman speed through the ages.
The inspiration of poets and prophets alike will vanish on pages,
but continue on in the thoughts of their elders and children.
So think for a moment. Stop and consider,
that the death of a mortal body is like the aging of a fever.
The withering of the foilage against the hot summer sun,
or the sliding of solid earth against a trembling cattle run.
What will never die are the joys, the instincts, the love.
They rest so deeply in our very human hearts.
They will never shrivel, never sink, never pass on or apart.
Do not focus on the seen, because what you can touch is temporary.
Just as a beautiful woman grows old, so will our memories.
Focus, instead, on the aliveness that is I.
It is the unseen that lives on forever. It is life that will never die.
To behold such endless power is too pure to be sin.
And then -- if there is this life -- it can be known, past all other opinion, that I am.