Image by doug88888 via FlickrI was thinking about it yesterday and scribbled out a poem. I typed it right into the blog post and didn't really think about editing, so I can at least promise you that it's probably monstrous. Also, I'm terrible at poetry. Gotta keep that in mind, too.
I am happy,
I am free,
I am in the grip of eternity.
Whether I feel flames, hear harps,
Or see miles and miles of endless dark,
Be comforted. I am glad I have left.
The sun will rise tomorrow,
even if I do not spin with the Earth.
Its rays will warm this valley,
even if I lie far beneath its dirt.
Your heart will beat, though mine has ceased.
Dream of me often. Keep me alive.
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