A CHANGE OF UNIFORM

Like a dim shade fell down
 From the infinite bright sky,
Mourning is the next phase of Life;
A change of uniform, a birth into the unborn again;
Beginning where we ended;
 Opening where it stopped to rest;
It is a crossroad of time without end;
A giving up of a bit,
 to acquire everything.
The end of the illusory,
And the making of the real