WHEN THE BELL TOLLS

                         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.....