Remember Poem by James McLain

When from whence I come and then again depart.
Can you remember this of me, looking sadly must I go?
Silent is the moving land,
and to my eyes it moves off past just distantly.
However it was shaped, depends upon the hand.
Grasp me high above this lofty misty place.
When to me, you being halfway possible, I let you stay.
To me the time, best spent, one day, one night above it all.
Remember thus of it to me, remembered you, I do.
Each turn upon this day,
when night is quickly past, from where I looking stood.
Forgetting what I should, I would rember this of you.
Each smile, each face I left improved, because of you.