Think of Me

I'll be thinking of you as the cloak of night weeps lullabies to the waiting moon, where morning star through cloudless sky sips the sweet of morning dew, still, if the light should forget to shine, the beauty of you time can not impugn as in my mind, yet your sweet smile, whispers the secrets of the one I knew. Think of me if tear drops, like pastel pearls, kiss your soft smooth cheek and the music stops, when the wind no more whistles across the ocean dune for when the sweetness of your song, your tender lips will no longer speak I'll be thinking of you as the cloak of night weeps lullabies to the waiting moon. Think of me, when the fragrant petal adorns your satin wind fingered hair far beyond the rough waters that life's long illusions have swept through you to a place where vining arbors grow, Plumeria, Spider Lilly, and flowers rare, where morning star through cloudless sky sips the sweet of morning dew. Think of me on summer's day when melting sun warmed our cares away like the breeze that caressed your glowing skin, here today, gone too soon leaving only fading memories and dark lonely flashes of yesterday, still, if the light should forget to shine, the beauty of you time can not impugn. Think of me when the verse no longer rhymes and my words lose their meaning for the muse that once lived inside of me, now, is but a curse of relic rune which drowns in mumbled eternity, no voice for love nor life's intervening, as in my mind, yet your sweet smile, whispers the secrets of the one I knew. Remember me in the cold of winter past, when rain drenched our skin and soul, clouds of pain like dagger's edge, against each finger my warm hands would be, with exhaled breath I tried my best but the rain kept falling and took its toll, before pastel sunsets untimely death, as thoughts weigh kind, please, think of me ...for I'll be thinking of you. 04/18/2019