A beautiful lie

There is a barrier between us 

and the dead; 

not even physics can explain 

where they move 

but they do move 

through a light source 

of their own. 

You can see them now and then 

but only from the corners 

of your eyes before they vanish

in a sudden flash 

like when a light bulb fails.

It can make your heart thrash. 

They are good listeners. 

That's all they do 

because the next world 

can't get through a barrier 

not even physics can explain 

and atheists disdain 

and the faithful sustain. 

A soul steps from worn out armor 

into the immaterial home 

and no one alive can be that happy. 

There is a barrier between us 

but they want for nothing. 

They wait for their own happiness 

to grow. 

And they will greet us, their dearly beloveds. 

There is a barrier between us 

but they do not forget us. 

Eternal without amnesia.  

Old death and young life entwined 

at once. 

Every moment a first moment. 

The best. It's yet to come. 

Believe it.