Unbroken • Poetry

I

If I die, think only this of me
That in some corner of a foreign field
By midnight blossom 
Beneath a shimmering moon
All of my scars will have been healed

I will have melted into to the earth
 By the heat of my warm heart
As rose petals fall
As birds sing their glorious song
I give back to nature, I have played my part

I will have gone on to the heavens above
On Earth there will be no physical trace
But I will be there, on Midsummer's eve
In the gentle breeze weaving through your hair
I will have gone on to a better place

Taken from a stimulus
Written 2014