Remember Me

Have I been forgotten? Like the corner of a dry leaf among thousands of other dry leaves in autumn? Like “a drop of tear in the ocean”? Or like a rotten corpse — turned into the skeleton of a creature that was once human — among thousands of nameless rotten corpses, in a pit: have I been forgotten? Like a pit leveled with a tyrant’s livid concrete on the outskirts of the city? Have I been forgotten? Like a match fallen into an oil well? Repeat my name in your dream, in your sleep. I hear your voice from beyond the borders. I hear your breaths with all my atoms in the mute hubbub of the darknesses; when you drive my name onto the tongue of your mind, even in silence. Repeat my name. From your breaths I come to life, I rise and, kissing you, I enfold you with all my embrace. And you, your love, and your land I keep safe in the shelter of my arms out of range of the bloody words of parting, out of range of the poison-tipped spears of war. I keep your heart safe from the onslaught of the wasteland in the shelter of my heart, in the palace of love, and this time, and this time, without any border, forever, my love...