I could have stilled all memory of you, <br />Left in the world that had known your glance; <br />But here the star, the moon, the flower, the dew <br />Remember how your eyes caressed them once. <br />The winds recall how it had wrought one time <br />Intimacy about your form and mine; <br />Your voice, un-hushed in tremulous song or rhyme, <br />Trembles again on quivering leaf and vine. <br />When I am dead, I might forget this past; <br />Then I’ll rejoice! And dance! And sing my fill! <br />Laugh while I can-I know it cannot last; <br />Remember it had left the dust-of-heart <br />Down in a world of which you are part.<br /><br />Salvie Rosales<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dust-of-heart/
