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

[redflutterby]

I'm without words....you know what I would say....
Sigh..... xo

[Frieda P]

Aw you're sweet my friend, thanks muchly xo

[annie lee]

This is a beautiful plea to remember the writer's spirit in these poignant descriptions of natural beauty, scenarios as breathtaking as sumptuous paintings. She wants her spirit to be free, not locked away by the image of a grave marker. She wants her ability to express herself to be forever in the mind of the reader. And so it will be.

[Frieda P]

Always enjoy your reviews minichinz, thanks so much.