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
What a tremendous last line. Extraordinary write, John. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is not only a wonderful thought, but a well-crafted poem, John. Contgratulations. Raynette