the funeral procession

Drifting along, the funeral procession
goes to the north, to the land beyond time
feeling alone by the side of the road
watching the cars float so joylessly by
looking behind, at the light of the sirens
pushing along, through the stars and the night

missing them both, in the light of the graveyard
kissing the flowers that they left behind
knowing eternal, but feeling so mortal
the heart and the mind drifting further apart
look through the clouds to the life force and heaven
look to the sound to lead me to them
but I'm not allowed to bind them to Terra
with love and with tears, I let it all go