A Fragment Of Memory

like death
the body that
dissolves into dust,
bones and
nothingness,
the spirit dissipates
to its sources
- the moon, the sun
and the distant stars -
forces that had come
together in a synergy
to form a child that was me

they return to their respective
sphere on my last breathe

and until these similar sources
meet again, i am but
a fragment of your memory

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Raynette Eitel 28 January 2007

this is not only a wonderful thought, but a well-crafted poem, John. Contgratulations. Raynette

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Sandra Fowler 28 January 2007

What a tremendous last line. Extraordinary write, John. Warm regards, Sandra

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