Sanguine

From beyond the veil, where shadows linger, The afterlife whispers, its touch a gentle finger. Through memories lost and dreams untold, It reaches out to warm the cold.

In the quiet of night, in the break of day, It reminds the departed of life's sweet sway. Through every breeze, every sigh, It says, "Remember how it feels to fly."

In dreams, it weaves a bridge of light, Guiding the lost back into sight. To feel the sun, the wind, the rain, To live once more, to feel again.

For even in death, the afterlife strives, To reconnect the dead to the life they once thrived. In every heartbeat, in every breath, It whispers, "Remember life, remember death.