When I'm Gone

Put my poems in a book please, not too small this time,
so at least  people can read interest within my rhyme;
have a good life, better than mine, bad, good and ugly,
however, Leo wasn't the only one with blue green mystery.

We went to Antioch, Jesus and Phaedrus were there,
Phaedrus couldn't remember the past, not real anymore,
he would live on to future times which were rather mystical,
Jesus said; 'Like a camel, won't be able to pass thro' eye of needle.'

Days drawing in, I just wrap up to keep warmer with you,
just like the old days when we danced thro' indigo blue,
time stood still, we would go on being always forever,
even when apart, our transparent spirits always together.

The butterfly remembers, those laughter days trickled on,
forgive me for my indiscretions, you may miss me when I'm gone.