Poetry About Immortality

Imagine the last clock stopping while your pulse continues. Centuries gather like unopened letters outside the same window. Immortality promises more time without promising more meaning. Every farewell would belong to the one who could not follow. The body dreams of permanence because love has taught it loss. Artists leave songs and signatures where breath cannot remain.

Immortality promises more time without promising more meaning. Memory offers continuation, though never the whole living person. A name may survive while its private weather disappears. Perhaps limits make attention urgent enough to become devotion. Perhaps eternity is less a duration than a depth of presence. What continues may be the light we placed in other hands.

Imagine the last clock stopping while your pulse continues. The body dreams of permanence because love has taught it loss. Artists leave songs and signatures where breath cannot remain. Perhaps limits make attention urgent enough to become devotion. One candle burns completely and still gives fire to another. What continues may be the light we placed in other hands.