After flesh dies
And stone breaks,
After life tries
And death takes,
Remember me.
When hopes end and fires rend
When silence reigns on frozen plains
Remember me.
Before the last hill shakes
And the last heart breaks,
Before the last ship sails
And the last bloom pales,
Before the last tree falls
And the last song calls,
Remember me.
Before the last ones know
They’ve seen the last winds blow,
Before void and rhyme shift to swallow time
Remember me
Remember me
Remember me
Wow this is very nice!
Thank you, Lynn! I’m happy that you liked it.
Very different and solemn
Thanks. Yes it is more on the serious side, isn’t it. I’ve been thinking about it for a while and finally posted it.
I really like it
Thank you, Lynn. I appreciate that 🙂
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Lovely, wonderful choice for R!
Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Very beautiful !
Thank you, Freda! I’m happy that you think so.
Lovely poem and interesting photo. 🙂
Thank you so much, Yvonne! I’m happy that you like them. The photo was taken at this cemetery that contains graves from the Revolutionary War days. Very old, and many are cracked and broken. Thanks for stopping by!
Lovely poem Cynthia, very deep 🙂 and your pic is so fitting x
Thanks so much, Lynne! The poem has been in my head for a while now, I’m glad you liked it 🙂
Beautifully written.
Thank you so much. I’m glad that you liked it.
Blog hopping from North Carolina during the #Challenge. Happy to find this blog and look forward to catching up on your posts. I am now following. A gardener, a writer, these posts call to me. I have been writing about hotels and inns, the architects and setting. Come and learn something more about fixing tea or ordering tea at a lovely hotel.
Thank you for stopping by! I hope you enjoy my blog. Yours is lovely. I get to travel and escape the day to day for a bit 🙂
Hauntingly lovely, Cynthia 🙂
Thank you so much, Lana! I’m happy that you found it to be so.