Life Is But A Dream

I am lying next to you, awake now while you sleep,

For death has just released me, yet in your dream you weep.

If only you could see me, so peaceful and serene,

But you must live a little more and carry on the dream,

A dream from which one day you’ll wake and see me by your side,

And know for sure that I’m still here and that I never “died.”

So now go on, be strong and look for me in wondrous things,

In the quietness of starlight and the warmth that sunshine brings,

And hear my voice to calm you, to say that it’s all right,

For I’m only here beside you, whispering in the night.

Of course you’ll cry, you’ll miss me, your very soul will ache,

But I am here, a breath away, waiting for you to wake,

So know that life is just a dream of love and fleeting pain,

And know I’m waiting by your side to love you once again.

Written as a mourning poem reflecting on the death of Abraham Lincoln, Whitman’s verse speaks of a life that was victorious and exalted. The poet

We miss your face; you were taken too soon. Your beaming smile that lit up the room, Them cheeky dimples and twinkle in your eye.

One morning I found you in eternal sleep; I tried to wake you as I began to weep, But all my pleas you could not

A short funeral verse, traditionally used as a eulogy or epitaph. A reminder that death comes to everyone and to remember a loved one.

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