After The Downfall

my friend, please listen,
a downfall is not permanent
for we too are like air
we do not stay
as stone forever
we transform this self
into dew hanging on
a the leaf of dawn
we do not stay like that
forever
we go with the seasons of
life
we transform to the dictates
of the sun
we soon become air
we evaporate
we rise and rise and keep on rising
until we become
the quintessence
of this universe

some have become
atoms of the stars
and they look down
that stone and shine
upon its hardness
wishing to speak
again about transformation
and truth.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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