I will write it down
So it will not be forgotten,
Time spent in thoughts;
Feelings will not be lost.
When we’re starry dust
And time remembers us no more,
Passages will come alive;
Resurrection will occur.
And emotions will run deep again
And mortality will rise,
Words will thread the cloth;
Life will weave the pages.
Sentences of loveliness
Held tight to my breast,
Dust assuaged, remember me;
The manuscript of ages.
(c) gmcknight 10/13
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