Last Time Before you Wash AwayA Poem by Meganstory behind the poem is listed below the poem, due to the fact that it wouldn't fit in the description. but also because maybe you can figure out the story before you read what it's about. enjoy.My past mistakes are all I see; think about every night as I gaze into the stars.
In their twinkling light I see flashbacks, memories of old times, and it brings me back to where I once lived, breathed, stood.
The sand, covering my hand with its warmth reminds me of your hand in mine.
The moon is where I see your eyes staring back at me.
In the distance a bright light flickers and bells chime And I know it is time to leave.
If it was my choice, I would stay forever where I can talk to you about anything and everything.
But I have to let you go: finally set you free, so both you and I can get on with our existence in eternity.
This will probably be my last time visiting you this way. So I wanted to say goodbye right.
Goodbye my true love; I will be with you soon, But until that moment........
We can still be with each other, talk together, but in a happier place; our hearts. Where there is peace.
As I look up into the sky for the final time I see you there maybe for the last time. I begin to cry.
These tears of joy and sorrow over you slide down my face, falling down to where your ashes are and where we used to sit together.
Drops from the sky remind me it is time to go, and the water falls, washing you away.
Well, this poem actually has a special story behind it. The girl, her lover had died and been cremated. So she spread the ashes across their favorite spot: the beach. She has been visiting that spot ever since. The rain is the first rain since her lover's death; therefore, it will wash away the ashes. This is her goodbye, but also a hello. © 2010 MeganAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on November 20, 2010 Last Updated on November 20, 2010 AuthorMeganCAAboutShe gazed up at the sky, her eyes focusing on the Light that would guide her path through the rest of her life. The air around her was moist, the sky a darkness that would soon be penetrated by the ri.. more..Writing
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