Forgotten Shores

A mortal fear of dying
Haunt many, so they say
But do we really know what comes
when souls must break away?

Our souls were there before the birth
of one so human form
And newborn life shows not a trace
of any graven storm

The warm, inviting, brightness seen
From those, near death, were there
Share not a single tale of vivid grief
Or bleak despair.

I do believe the soul returns
to where love bred before
No fear should have a living thing
of mere forgotten shores.