Remember Me?

Honest inner desires

Will you remember me when I am gone?
I will traverse where you can not enter
and I will do what you can not.
Far away whether in light or darkness
I know not.

Will you remember my smile?
The gentle rhythm of my heart
once it grows as cold as stone.
Wind twining through hair so free
now bounded, unshifting.
Sands of yeasteryears will now
cover me.

Will you remember who I am
as you hold another?
WIll my warm tears be imprinted
in the eternal tablet of your soul?
Will I be remembered when the flesh
is gone?
Will you truely, honestly, fully,
remember my shortest existence when
I am gone?