Your Share Was Freedom

Life’s embrace did not reject you,

yet the melody of soil called you home.

The butterflies of freedom

no longer beat within you—

you released them with life itself,

and now they fly the paths of the sky.

You are the earth’s uninvited guest,

and the ground’s most dearly lost.

O purer than all purity,

O fairest of the beautiful,

you who were forced to let go of life—

they extinguished the flame within you by force.

Yet your death

was an explosion of light.

Your body is cold,

but your spirit is life-giving hope,

a source of freedom,

of bright and coming days.

You become a guest of the soil,

while this fleeting world clings

to your ideals.

You depart for the everlasting realm of your dreams,

and we remain here,

breathing your aspirations.

O beloved lost one,

even the earth weeps.

Your share was freedom, not dust.

Your share was life, not death.

You who sang hope into hearts—

your hope has become eternal.

You remain eternal,

and I, here,

die a little every day

in the grief of your absence.

O spring of life,

even death is ashamed

to welcome you.