A collection of poetry on death, dying, healing from loss and bearing it throughout your life. Poems written for all those destined to die by one whose fate is just the same.
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Started: 1/01/2023
Ended: 29/07/2023
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If tomorrow starts without me, Weep not before my grave, Remember always I am here, In every word you say.
If tomorrow starts without me, Don't cry at my absence, Remember always I am here, In every beat of your heart.
I am the winds which blow from the north, I am the rays of the sun glistening upon the placid lake, I am the waves of the oceans worldwide, And the colour of the leaves so green.
I am the song of the cuckoo bird, I am the dance of the peacock, I am here amongst the stars so bright, In the beams of the moon, benign.
I am the ever-burning ember, The sound of the temple bells, I am the offerings made to the lord, And the fragrance of the incense.
I am the flowers that bloom each morning, I am the newborn child, I am the rains that douse you wet, I am the evening star.
I am the sand upon which you tread, I am the oasis that quenches the vagrant's thirst, I am there in every corner of your mind, In every breath you take.
I am there in your tears, In your dreams and prayers, I am there in the echo of your laughter, In your smile so gay.
Separated we are not, Neither did I die, Maybe my body has rotted, But have I?
Thus, if tomorrow starts without me, Weep not before my grave, Remember always I am here, In every particle of this terrain.
