Among the cold, gray towers
the seagulls cry their raucous song
and the day grows long in shadow -
sorrow's mournful dirge rising
in the snowy sky.
But, loss is only an illusion...
...for with every ending,
there is another beginning -
an energy exchanged between
that which ends on one plane and
the inception of life anew on another.
Do not grieve,
for all is a continuum
of which We are all a part.
Listen to the symphony of life everlasting,
and know that they go on...