You Won't Remember Me

One day I will be less than a thought;
A desert rose taken by the sand.
You don’t know how deep you will cut me
When my echo fades with my memory.
I pray! Spare my name some recollection
When you are cold; alone with the stars.
For in thousands of suns, I’ll be a little rain:
The ocean breeze in the flames.
Coughing the ripples and the waves.
In those clouds, I would be thunder
To look down on you while you sleep.
But I will be less than wraiths in shade.
You won’t speak of me, even in your dreams.

On a solitary shore, a white petal falls
From some strange land far away.
There is rain now. I stand in the cold.
Something you bear must yet hold me.
In the distance, the clouds make faces…
Demons who will remember me,
And angels drifting to some farther sea.

© 2018 Marten Hoyle