Tribute n˚43

Religion and science come to the same conclusion

one day all the breathe we take will fade away

all the hair we grew will fall away

only the rest

will remain

memories of a past that shines through the decades of insignificance

small and yet infinite,

the truth in any case needs no defense 

(no offence).

I too loved a mortal man

but late at night i whisper, "let's meet on the moon"

before coming back 

I wonder

Had I been raised by the goddesses

wouldn't I too

be godlike?