aspire

in mysterious years

maybe someone will think of me

a trace of myself

a quiet influence

 

some far flung night, mid winter

i hope someone will think of me

when inky branches

brush glittering sky

 

awaiting spring's caress

perhaps i will be

someone's sweetened memory

bringing contemplation with the breeze

 

a night like tonight

i think of you as you are

made of the dreams

you swirled into reverence

 

if i could be so lucky

to be remembered

like i remember you.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

for cevance

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Beautiful tribute...

Beautiful tribute...


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aww thanks :)

I did my best.

life_used_to_be_lifelike's picture

You are amazing. That is

You are amazing. That is all. 


"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.

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awww thanks :)

It doesn't do any justice to his work though.

MilMan's picture

aspire

Beautifully, Wonderful...

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:)

Awww, thanks!!!

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I Miss Cevance Also

May we all be so cherished and remembered with love the way we remember our beloveds.


 

 

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:)

thinking of who i remember and how i will be remembered gives me something to strive for, i think this is the true test of how much you accomplished in life.

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aspire no more

Take that sign down.

You inspire me.

Does that count ?

Really like this.

( like love )

It was a different time when your other friend

Was writing and I missed it.

I will have to check some of it out.

I have a feeling his poems are smooth.

My sadness is with you .

The final call is so final.

KS

You made me write just from reading this.

It started as a comment and turned into a poem

As usual.

You do have that effect on me

( just so you know ) :D

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awww thanks ;)

but it doesn't really count til AFTER i'm gone hahaha

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It's funny that we think

That way.

When maybe we should be

More accepting while we are here.

KS

Furthermore

I surmise 

It is not you (  the all inclusive yous )                

Discovering someone

After they are gone

so much.

 

As it was the interactions you had

While they were here

That makes you remember

And care. :)

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of course :)

but it's easy to remember someone who's still around.  when we die, memory is all that's left behind and it fades over time.

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some far flung night, mid

some far flung night, mid winter

i hope someone will think of me

… I can't help but love this. It speaks to a tender weakness of ours. And offers comfort – whether real or imagined. In the end, we are all the same; if just one person remembers our kindness when we are gone, than we have truly lived. Because that footprint left behind is the beauty of our design.

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aww thank you so much

for your eloquent analysis.  i'm really glad my meaning came through :)