WHEN THE BELL TOLLS
When the bell tolls for my death
And the messenger of death is awaiting
Outside my room for an entry,
Do sit beside me, my beloved, for a little while
In the last moments of my life.
I could fondle you and sooth my fingers
That were handling the embers of life.
The last breath I draw into my lungs
Could then carry the molecules
Of your fragrance into my .grave
And my eyes that will never see anymore
Could drown in your fond continence
My beloved, and store it in my eye lids.
And to to seal the ear with the enchanting
Peel of your voice eternally.
And to reminisce those evergreen
Moments we had together inside
The brain stacked with memories
And events that can never faint out.
To close the lips that were once bruised
By your kisses, now with the chanting
Of your sweet name on it.
My love, to chill my feet with the memory
Of the paths that brought me to you.
These will be sufficient to come out from
The earth that covers my grave as
A tender grass shoot, to sprout resurrected.....