I will never forget you. Ever.
I will carry your name to the grave
If the world lets your fires die
and your temple lays in ruins,
I’ll dance amongst the cracks.
I will snatch up a bit of kindling
and walk the path with you to death.
I may be reborn
wear a different skin
You may have fallen, been forgotten
but somehow, I will find you.
Perhaps I won’t remember your name
and call you many things.
perhaps you have fallen asleep
I will drape your bower with wisteria,
hang stars across your brow,
wipe dust from your waiting form.
Perhaps you will have forgotten
I will tell you who you are.
sing praise and laugh like old days
you will feast and drink anew.
Sweet time will soften your scars
We’ll be young and dream again.
Purged from history,
I’ll resurrect you
From a thousand dusty scrolls
and papyri sleeping in caves.
If there are no words,
In a little grotto or sacred well
where eternity softens progress,
I will seek you, parched and yearning
and I will sleep in the light of your form.
In the dusk of the morrow, your shadow
will play across my skin
our hands touch in waking dreams
as you reach, across sands of time.
Something will stir within me-
I will follow the paths of your bones.
Blizzards will weather my journey
I will bleed into ravines
but I will cry out, your name, your name!
It will echo through the waste.
Come to me, you’ll whisper,
will spill across the sky.
Doe-footed, I’ll dance towards you
and follow the fog of your breath.
You’ll exhale, delirious with dreams,
and your words will blanket the woods
They’ll say I followed the ravens
and was lost looking for the king
but I’ll laugh, and say I knew him
had fiery wings.
With an open heart, I’ll meet you
and christen your return
And all that I ask of you-
Remember me, beloved.