urn

I try one last plea
for you most beloved,
on a bed of goodbyes
in a sea of tongues,

as a savory offering to the gods
and their deaf ears.

Where then I find this final verse
in an earthen vessel tall,
filled with elemental ash
in a desert of the nightfall,

as a bright offering to barren spaces
when eyes are only blind,
what beauty shall be found there,
will beauty there be mine?

So I invoke the never ended
of thee now gone away,
on fields of  ever after
in shroud of fired clay,

as proper name forged afresh
all sound and sight  reborn,
urn thou standing now on mantle's head,
I shall spare no more and mourn.