Shred

Awakened briefly to a spark.
These hands. Soon now here gone.
To threads and dust. To tatters.
These eyes. Bright seen their songs.
To dried remains. To words or marks.
These lips, whose kisses go unknown.
To long and measured absences.
In which we are all gone. Away.
Completely gone. Like noises fallen.
From a silence. To another. And then less.
These dreams, of every wonder.
Still silent now. Soon here.
Now gone.