Pieces

I will send a piece of me to you 
Through the thinness of the morning air,
It will penetrate your eyes of blue 
And remain inside your heart forever. 

I will send a piece of me to you 
Over poppies, violets and roses, 
It will vanish in a church's pew 
And resurface where your soul reposes. 

I will send a piece of me to you – 
You alone in all of humankind – 
It will disappear from my view 
And become a figment of your mind. 

I will send a piece of me to you – 
Nowhere else I'd send it to instead – 
I will tell you to take it - take two – 
And retain them all inside your head. 

I will send a piece of me to you 
Over oceans and over lands, 
It will be so supple and so new – 
Mold it, mold it, mold it with your hands. 

I will send a piece of me to you – 
A created piece, a piece complete  - 
Let it be your own, I say this too, 
To just trample underneath your feet. 

I will send a piece of me to you 
I do not know where, nor even when, 
I will send it how, I wish I knew, 
To expire and live in you again. 

I will send pieces of me to you 
In the winter, summer, spring and fall, 
And inside your being they'll accrue 
Until I am none and we are all.

By Ilya Shambat
https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambatpoetry