People may ask, are you a lover or a fighter,
But your lover is gone, so dare you say neither?
But lean not to sorrow, yes, leave it to rest!
For look to the heavens, they’re jumping crest to crest,
On the waves up above, and if they need rest,
They can simply lie down on Ursa’s great breast,
Up on the sea, of stars and comets,
There is nothing but joy, and nay will it plummet
For your lover there waits, for the great tomorrow,
When you will arrive, devoid of all sorrow,
And if you do tire, dear rest you shall find,
On Ursa’s great breast, no tears will be cried.
--Kris K, 21/05/2026
Theme : Others -- Comfort