i wonder how i’ll be remembered, once my time is over
will the air you breathe feel heavy like the dew on fields of clover
will the sun cast only lonely shadows and its rays forfeit its warmth
will all that i loved find its way to you, or will it lessen in its worth
i wonder if the moon will miss our midnight rendezvous
or if it remembers early morning skies , as the sun came into view
i wonder if any part of me will linger beyond time
or if it simply fades away just looking for another rhyme
i wonder every day exactly what I’m chasing after
and when my days are done, did any of it really matter
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Comments (3)
Beautiful and a lot to ponder on with this one. Love the image.
Beautifully penned as always, Kelli. "heavy like the dew on fields of clover" is a very thoughtful simile. Then again, "thoughtful" is exactly what the poem is. Loved this one.
Quite relatable and beautifully written. Well done.