‘Forever Burn’ by Clayton L. Sanders The Society March 23, 2013 Poetry If I were dying, would you ask me to stay Until the Divine came to take me away From the Earthly protection of your arms, Ascending as energy, leaving your charms? Would you kiss me tender, say in my ear, Please go now with spirit, I love you dear, As my soul departed to infinity’s gate With spirit to stay and patiently wait? Caressing my face, with your loving fingers, Felling the love that forever lingers, With my indigo angel, finally left behind, Holding me tender, forever in your mind, As my body went limp, I’d hear you weep, Spirit take my flame, please safely keep My twin with you, until again we meet, As ascended lovers, once more complete, You know my heart, how it loves you so, Forever with you wherever you may go, The power of our love forever bonded, Long after my spirit has absconded, To shine always as a star in your sky, Knowing it’s only so long, never goodbye, For pure indigo love always lives on, Long after one twin sadly is gone, Because that’s the nature of love’s bond, Transcending the ages, infinite beyond, Waiting with spirit to be reunited, Once more twin flames, will be ignited, As shooting stars, blazing forth forever, Displayed as light, death couldn’t sever, Long after I’m gone, forever I’ll be, A part of your heart, unconditionally, For indigo love burns, never fades, Even when time, itself degrades, Until once more, to Earth we return, Finding our love, to forever burn. Clayton has self published his first book of conscious poetry, Empathic Pastures and now eBook version.He often remarks how words can harm, or heal a spirit, and in his case, poetry saved his life. A simple poem posted on social media, caused 5 women to say he had value, worth and that life was worth living. Empathic pastures are the compilation of that journey from self destruction to resurrection and the steps in between. Its message’s intended to heal those lost in their own despair and say, love awaits you, and it gets better. Related Post ‘Hope’ and Other Poetry by Neil Dachstadter Hope What task be done, you thought was not? What asked and sought, forgot, was wrought? What strain was set against a blow? As gain unfet... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.