Remember me...
...after well-drunk cups of tea
...after rose-aired hospitality
Remember me...
...past night’s repose
...past the breath of dawn’s last close
beneath the pale street lamp
dewy moss and painted glass
soft percussions
faint reductions
please, remember me
Remember me
when time doth tell
that we no longer care-free
the roads no longer playful
the days less hopeful
Remember me
when winter’s wake
leave our bones to shake
and dust to dust we float away
remember me in that sacred place
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