Think of me, sometimes

Think of me, sometimes,
in the far away Neverland of dreams.
Where the Sun shines eternally,
where the trees stand tall and bountiful;
the birds chirp songs of love,
and streams of pure sparkling water flow.

Say my name, sometimes,
to test how it feels on your tongue.
Don’t let the winter chill your heart,
or freeze your words, let them flow freely.
Let the spark grow, let it transform into a fire,
let it burn, combusting all thoughts,
leaving but memories of sweet happiness.

6 comments

  1. PookyH · October 23, 2013

    I love the sentiment of this poem – and I adore the title.

  2. Adrian Mitchell · October 25, 2013

    This is lovely. Well written!

    • anumshafique · October 25, 2013

      Thank you so much Adrian! 😀 and thank you for the follow! 😀

  3. drewdog2060drewdog2060 · November 18, 2013

    This is beautiful but, inexplicably makes me feel a little sad perhaps because “think of me, sometimes” implies a separation from a loved one or (maybe) a relationship which, for whatever reason can never be. Then again I may be reading to much into your lovely poem.

    • anumshafique · November 19, 2013

      You can read as much as you want into it. I always believed that art once out there is no longer the artist’s property. It becomes the viewer/reader/listener ‘s (as per the form of art) property for interpretation.

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