All Yet Nothing
I can see the lush land around you,
I can smell the scent of the flowers you hold,
I can hear the song of the mockingbird, perched on your shoulder,
I can taste the honey from the bees in the hive behind you,
I can feel the breeze, through the trees in the forest of you.
I can do all of these.
but no matter what I see,
No matter what I feel,
I cannot break the shackles of time.
I am gone.
And you have moved on.
The dead are not allowed to love.