God Remmember Me Poem by Sylvester Eaves

If I should wake before I die
Please take the apple and arrow from
my eye
Falling leaves of yesterday
I remember them crumbling today
The oars rowed on a boat scared as if
You where there to grip my hand
Our souls have touched
Like nostrils molded us thru clay
Then crated this image
A creature demanding to be acknowledged
I offer for this sense of acknowledgement
So hear me as I lay my hands on
Tables of burning sun
Sheets of exhaustion
Water of hope
Brown carpet of pain
Wooden floors of abandonment
I hope you can see
My hidden tear behind the bony cup
I'm stuck deep in my cranium
Behind a mirage
Digging to find nothing but spirits
So when I see your footprints in the sand
Fires and lakes
Has don all it can
I fall at my knees
Not for fortune
Yet just for one thing
For yes
For this
God remmember me