Forget Me Not...... A Song Of Remembrance Poem by Mira Midha

Early in the morn,
Just after the sun hath shed
Its night vestments at dawn,
Lend your ear to a birdsong
Carried on the hush of a breeze,
‘Tis then you shall remember me.

When feet curl in the tickling
Warmth of beach sand,
And waves purr forward
To caress a hand
That cups a tumbling seashell
Rolling with the ebbing tide,
That hide
Footprints behind, covered by salt of the sea,
‘Tis then you shall remember me.

A far away silent land
Converses with a mist of clouds
On emerald hills, rain kissed,
As wispy autumn winds shroud
A valley below with a carpet of gold
And I am told,
To squeeze the setting sun
Between my palms then wait to see,
Dreams against shimmering stars
And a dancing moon,
‘Tis then you shall remember me.

When the sky turns into a crimson fire
And a soul wrenching rain will turn to storm,
The earth shall ignite with a desire,
Whispers of muddy tides will roam
To the dry grass that inhales
And waters will bathe till the horizon shall be,
‘Tis then you shall remember me.

As evenin' passes this way
And a gentle light fades the day,
For a moment the poet in me says
"At last….."
I can repose from a life
That sometimes runs dancing without a reason,
Insolent in each feisty season,
Endowed, an evening glory seems to linger,
Etched out by memory's fingers,
Then a mind exquisite for that single time,
Behind a sallow light
A shadowed sun seems to shine
In a sensual, impudent unrest
Of an orange overflow that rims the sky,
A soul throbbing, bosomed close by,
Then exhilarating in free,
‘Tis then you shall remember me.