i just saw this today , i was so sad when i read this "The dead know nothing of time , they revisit when they wish ". because Mr Sakamoto passed away on Mar 28 and i loved his music and everything of him so much . just stay health , Patti , thank you
“The dead know nothing of time.” My dead people visit me at will, sometimes when I’m wide awake, sometimes when I’m dead asleep. My arms are open to them. Your poem gives me great comfort, Patti, and I thank you for reading it.
aside from the loss which is felt here your poem (and it called back for a few readings) reminded for this heart of the reason? intent? some of my most cherished "prose" writers who were known for that "form" (ok Jim Harrison for instance...) always said they preferred writing poetry and here i see and feel that......the imagination and emotions are unconfined and in the (w)rite ...ha.... hands fingers....words flap in the wind aprons (agents?) of hmmmmmm greater gods (purpose)
Thank you so much! And yes, they revisit when they whish ... I lost my brother in 2005, he was 49. And he still appearing in my dreams or in my mind, of course ...
We are often taken by surprise when the ones we loved appear in our hearts and minds. It’s a gift, a special remembrance of times lived and though it may make us sad it’s also uplifting to feel and remember such special people. It was lovely to hear you read this poem for Todd’s daughter. Thank you Patti 🙏
BIG HUG!!!!
Utterly beautiful. What a lovely soul 😔x
Thank you!
i just saw this today , i was so sad when i read this "The dead know nothing of time , they revisit when they wish ". because Mr Sakamoto passed away on Mar 28 and i loved his music and everything of him so much . just stay health , Patti , thank you
Your comforting words seem to always find me when I need them the most. Each loss can be a gift, the fare of loving. Thank you, Patti. ❤️
So bright to fold light ✨️ 💛 My brother was a shooting star 🌠 and the other still speaks in my dreams.
Always the lil light in our hearts.
Your voice brought loving tears. Thank you. 🫂✨️💎
How beautiful and serene. Your brother left a very moving message.
Everything I would like to say has been said by others here. I am so grateful. ❤️
“The dead know nothing of time.” My dead people visit me at will, sometimes when I’m wide awake, sometimes when I’m dead asleep. My arms are open to them. Your poem gives me great comfort, Patti, and I thank you for reading it.
Your comforting voice!
Thank you very much, Patti
we need your lyrics every day
to feed our minds and our hearts.
aside from the loss which is felt here your poem (and it called back for a few readings) reminded for this heart of the reason? intent? some of my most cherished "prose" writers who were known for that "form" (ok Jim Harrison for instance...) always said they preferred writing poetry and here i see and feel that......the imagination and emotions are unconfined and in the (w)rite ...ha.... hands fingers....words flap in the wind aprons (agents?) of hmmmmmm greater gods (purpose)
Thank you so much! And yes, they revisit when they whish ... I lost my brother in 2005, he was 49. And he still appearing in my dreams or in my mind, of course ...
We are often taken by surprise when the ones we loved appear in our hearts and minds. It’s a gift, a special remembrance of times lived and though it may make us sad it’s also uplifting to feel and remember such special people. It was lovely to hear you read this poem for Todd’s daughter. Thank you Patti 🙏
They revisit when they wish. Indeed. I will have regrets as that day looms ahead.
from what we cannot touch, stars are made.
thank you.