Drink A Toast in My Sake....

Will you forget me if I go

if I should die before I wake

will you drink toasts in my sake

will my name remain upon your lips

Don't dig me a shallow grave

rather spread my spirit to soar

that I might still be free

to float upon the seas

and visit you in your dreams

Remember me fondly as music 

stirs your soul to recall

all the smiles and laughter

we discovered being you and me

those memories always remain alive

Know when you feel the rain upon your face

and the wind hails at your back

whilst the posies dance on zephyrs

& the sun is shining above the clouds

those are reminders I'm  thinking of you

Reviews

[KAOlmsted]

Oh my god, I think blue and I drank from the same bottle...I thought you meant the rice wine, too xD Anyway. Holy cats, dude...this is really something. You know you will never be forgotten, but that doesn't mean you should test the theory ;-) Hope things are going better for you (and yours) xoxo

[Frieda P]

In my sake, (rice wine) to my sake, it's all the same, love that you guys went there, cheers & thanks the kimmer! xo

[KAOlmsted]

My pleasure, lady xoxo

[lee von cleef]

Sake you write, and me my mind filled with Freud,think of wine, oh hot Sake ,the gift of Rice ,to spoil so fine, and now me raining on such a thought of poet , of transformation, of your request , to be , to live forever, tickling thoughts , thinking , thinking of you too.

[Frieda P]

Bunch of lushes around here, cheers my friend, thanks lee!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

memories and ashes...that is what will be left of me...i hope some will remember...and i definitely don't want to be in a grave...i want my ashes spread into Ticklenaked Pond in rygate VT...

i hope our spirits live on through our words...i have a feeling yours will, Freida...

you are so talented.

[Frieda P]

Ticklenaked Pond? Ha, what an eternal resting place! Knew it would be somewhere in VT for you jacob.

[zainul]

Frieda,I am really drinking a toast in your sake
Your memories touch me like soft snow flake
Frieda,I know it is your day of birth on this earth
I pray your spirit will always live in divine mirth

[Frieda P]

How utterly lovely zainul, thanks so much my friend!

[zainul]

I am very glad to read your lovely words.
Thanks for stopping by,creative heart.:)

[Rita L. Sev]

You make Death seem less morose here, and more of a change rather than an end. Like - it happens, we both know it, but neither of us will forget the other...

whilst the posies dance on zephyrs - a beautiful, signature Frieda image!

[Frieda P]

Only on the page Rita. ;-) Thanks for your lovely review.

[Mark]

wow, very romantic and full of light. 'all good things must come to an end'. A favorite subject of mine. :)

[Frieda P]

That's one way of looking at it, figures you'd say that. ;-)

[Mark]

Heh, what? Are you saying I'm a gloomy Gus? I just accept that things have a beginning and an end. No sense fussing about it.

[Frieda P]

Nope, I didn't say that, knowing you, I just figured you'd say that is all. ;-)

[Mark]

:) :O ;] :}]

[David Scott]

I enjoy the sentiment here. I believe others may do what they will with the shell of my dead body, I will be soaring either way. It is my choice and my spirit will be free... As I know yours is.
This read almost as a pleading from a death bed. Truth be told, we are all sleeping as such. We have no promise this body will enjoy tomorrow, but we can know our spirits will be blooming in eternity.

[Frieda P]

Blooming in eternity, I like the sound of that David, thanks for the insightful review, always appreciate you my friend.

[David Scott]

You pen a great read dear!

[Nkosana B Masuku]

A beautifully overwhelming poem.hearfelt emotion springing into ink.Enjoyed the read :)

[Frieda P]

Thanks for your visit & review Nikosana, muchly appreciated. :-)

[Karen]

One of the upsides of writing is that we are always remembered through our words and our dedication to them. I love the line of remembering fondly as music stirs the soul to recall. That is an awesome image because no matter whether we want to or not, sometimes music comes to mind and we start humming a tune, whether we want to or not! Haha! Very nice poem!

[Frieda P]

Music certainly has a way of bringing us back, leaving traces of memories on our mind, thanks so much Karen!

[icelandicblue]

The echoes we leave behind resound, rippling to surround those we love and those who love us. This is really beautiful and it touches us where we all really live- in those simple magical moments. LOL when I first read the title I read it as sake-the Japanese rice wine.

[Frieda P]

Thanks blue, and your sake comment cracked me up, that's a good toast imho....hahah