For when a Man is dead

For when a man is dead
the truth of him fades out
in time, in space.
A disappearing smoke
carries his face,
evaporates his dreams
but for his shrivelled heart,
a landmark still to show
in aching lives,
within an earthly world,
within a net of time
of water, skies and rain.

Yet heart is groaning
under a throbbing pain
for time is not enough,
it longs for space
to erase sadness.
Just like a climbing rose,
space starry overgrows
entanglements of time
effacing the last traces
of absence.