::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Thursday, November 15, 2012

When I Am Gone

Remember me strong
Remember me smart
Remember me dancing
Remember all the adventures we've had all these years.

Remember my science
Remember my art
Remember my mysteries
Remember the times I sang out to the stars.

Remember my laughter
Remember my tears
Remember all of the arguments we've had all these years.

Remember my smile
Remember my kiss
Remember love! Love! LOVE! I've loved you, all of these years.

1 comment:

  1. this poem is a beauty, worthy of song status.