The soul rises like a speck of dust 

in a sunbeam

It moves through an invisible cloth

separating space and time 

Where other dimensions coexist between

Then others beyond

In life there is

A rock-heavy flower bouquet 

to cling to, 

Till the strong grasp agonizes, 

Her palms bleed

Pleading for an end 

But pain has no memory

It can’t recollect when it was not

It is opened to receive new waves of pain

Becoming the norm

In death 

time doesn't-pass

It decays,

It destroys

But she knew her legacy 

would remain intact

In life, she let go of the flowers

And held the machine of all knowledge

so the grave had to hinder her

In death, from above she is forced 

to watch a corpse 

That wasted the potential of the flesh

Its God-given purpose left unfulfilled

But the soul rises pleased

Emitting a light

that fogs everything the naked eye once saw

The pupils allow only

Fragments of our world capable of overshining 

The soul

To pass through them

The grave fades

She finally sees

Most purely, 

Entirely,

For all Eternity