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Remember Me in the days of your youth
before the days of trouble come
and the time arrives when you will say
you don’t want to live
anymore.

When the sun and its light
and the moon and its stars
grow dark
and the clouds return after the rain;

                                                     I love you.

When the keepers tremble
and the strong ones fall
when fear reigns in the hearts of men
and those looking through the windows give up;

                                                     I love you.

When the doors are closed
and there’s no way out,
when morning dawns
but the birds’ songs fade;

                                I love you.

When mountains fall
into the heart of the sea
and its waters quake and foam
and the earth shakes with their surging,

                            I love you.

When danger lurks around every corner
and passions no longer burn
and you watch helplessly as the ones you love
make their beds in the blackest hole

                  I love you.

When the dust returns to where it came from,
and the spirit returns to the One who gave it
and your flesh fails you
and your sight grows dim
and all hope is lost
and there is no one there

Remember,
I love you.
 Oct 2011 amber cash
Marsha Singh
A poem falls short; I'd like, instead
to draw a single line from me to you
and watch it curl into a word
so beautiful it's still unsaid –
or press paper to the window pane
so that the day might saturate
a note that brightly warms your hands,
spills birdsong from imagined trees
and buzzes like fat bumblebees,
but I am bound by language, love; I can't.

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