From Me
If you see a sunset, it’s me, smiling
From behind it.
If I go away far, and you see a star
If you find it,
I’m inside it.
You can fold it, and hold it forever,
If you hide it.
If our words and worlds sever — if ever
I lose you;
If two thousand light-years or seven
Confuse you;
Remember me. Here and in Heaven
I’ll see you.
I’ll be beguiling my filing, still smiling
To see you.
When mountains, magenta and molded
Turn red,
Like you said,
You’ll find the feeling you folded
Not dead.
You’ll steal the swirling sky, turning
With me.
You won’t be bounded, but burning
And free.
Written by Anna Williams
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