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"A Memory on the Wind" by BlackBear

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As I lay dying
And saw the pain and relief on your face
I found the strength to raise my hand
And reach for you.

The effort burst my heart
But as the darkness began to close my eyes
I saw you take my offer
You were my last sensation.

Now as I float in ethereal nothing
No sound, no light, no warmth nor taste nor smell
Your touch keeps me aware
A memory on the wind.

If I remain
Out here a hundred million years
A breath upon the surface of the universe
I will carry your soul.

As you lie dying
And eternity gathers round without
Reach out your hand
You’ll find you still have mine.




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On Sunday February 19th, 2006, damascus (134) writes:
I hope I'll always feel ike that when I'm in love..... great write -Zero


On Friday February 17th, 2006, Jay Jii (330) writes:
This is a tremendous piece. Divinity must have been running through your pen as you wrote this. Just fabulous.


On Thursday February 16th, 2006, saintedmad (1155) writes:
gorgeous and powerful sentiment, of both sacrament and sacrifice; divine write ~ness


On Wednesday February 15th, 2006, TaintedButterfly (1021) writes:
That is absolutely beautiful Michael. To know the feeling of one's hand "still" being there, that is comforting.


On Tuesday February 14th, 2006, MindRape (863) writes:
*sigh* *shakes her head and smiles* ya know...*smiles* inspite of myself i like this. I respect it for it was obviously thought about before commited in pen...but inspite of my natural born cynicism i sorta enjoy the innocent hope you dispaly


On Tuesday February 14th, 2006, MindRape (863) writes:
i anticipate the poetry from the underlying emotions i can just feel building up behind all this...


On Tuesday February 14th, 2006, BlackBear (16) writes:
I've been writing for years, and have lost volumes of work. Underlying emotions are too shallow for me. What I express comes from deep places hidden.


On Tuesday February 14th, 2006, BlackBear (16) writes:
You know, where psychologists fear to tread . My thanks for the comments. I look forward to writing here for a long time. - Michael


On Tuesday February 14th, 2006, MindRape (863) writes:
"What I express comes from deep places hidden" i do not doubt this forgive me if that's what you mistook from it. I'll leave this alone and save myself the embarrasment of not having the words to explain what's going through my head



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