It is the prompt for Poets United. I am a bit late, many things going on. I gave Haiku's a go and found it quite a challenge.
I love the following lines as I have no doubt that our souls are eternal.
What is dead?What is death? It is the glass of life broken into a
thousand pieces, where the soul disperses like
perfume from a flask, into the silence of the eternal night.
bridging beyond life
holding lost loved ones echo