Please Leave Nothing But Your Footprints Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Please leave nothing but echoes of love.
When everything is gone, turned to dust
This world will remember you, your shadow.

It may not be seen, but like a winged dove
It will punctuate an extra symbolic pulse.
Heartbeat, nothing can foreshadow.

Please leave nothing but your footprints.
When everything is cleared and cleaned up
This world will fall in love with you again.

In between, you're washed-away prints.
Run skipping a wild-eyed child, a pup,
He's stepping in your footprints once again.

Please leave nothing but echoes of love.
Please leave nothing but your footprints.
So, some future self can follow you once again.

Please leave nothing but echoes of love.
Please leave nothing but your footprints.
They'll not be heard, but like wind chimes
They'll tremble inside of me, for you once again.