Nothing Disappears

Imprint this face upon your hands

And feel the flame that burns in me

Till all your being understands

That ours is but one destiny,

Our march towards the light foretold

Implanted in this resistant clay

But earth is young and I've grown old

And dimmer grows the light of day.

There shall be other lives for me

To overcome the weight of years

We are our own infinity

And nothing that is disappears

But as a tree from a dust-like seed

Grows to fulfil the spirit's need.