If you forget me

beloved,
with every gaze and stare,
that i throw at that rainy tear that dots the ground,
at that dew that drips down a falling leaf,
to that gently dying light at the horizon,
or at that summer sun a warmth brings,
or that burning log at the fire place ashen,
carries my thoughts back to you,
making it be such like everything that does exists,
from east to west,
beneath the pharaoh tombs to the pyramind peaks,
were ships on a stormy sea,
forced by the raging waves,
to set sail to those isles of yours,
that in patience await my docking,
but if be by the falling hour glass sand you forget me,
so shall i by each of its grain thoughts of you away lock,
if you by the church bell toll you forget me,
do not bother saddling up,
neither call for my trail search,
for i sails shall have raised,
and if you see it too grey and stormy a harbour,
and a winds too strong to hold on,
and to that hour you decide to leave,
hear you me,
on that day,
on that bay,
at that hour,
i shall lift my anchor,
and row away,
to that other land that awaits,

but if by each sunset and with each dawn,
you feel that the vows between you and i should be,
in implacable sweetness,
under falling petals,
if with each sunrise the smell of roses fills you,
and a soft breeze up your lips climbs,
to seek me,
know it in me it all be a re-run,
nothing extinguished nor forgotten,
a flame still blazing,
for my love is fed by you,
and as long as you in tenderness hold it,
so shall it in mine a arms forever be,

©2011