Ancient cathedral: pews & altar long gone. Cold air creeps through cracks to flicker candles, Candles lit for those long dead — though long remembered — on a cold, winter day.
Eight thousand miles from my childhood home, I'm pulled into a nostalgic reverie by the scent of straw and cow shit. This place, on the other side of the world, looks nothing like where I grew up, but that smell...
Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you plann'd: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do no grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.