as death is drawing near
then what am I to say
the other side is hidden
come back another day
yet I have intuition
to claim to know the dark
above the blinding stars
a place where we embark
I'll try to let you know
I'll build a signal fire
you must look up to see
beyond the funeral pyre
Lovely poem unraveling the eternal mystery of death. Thanks. you must look up to see beyond the funeral pyre
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed the poem. Some people seem to know when death is near. The day before he got sick, my father walked around town and said goodbye to all his friends. He went to the hospital the next day and died the day after that.
I think I have a few years left but who knows. Condolences regarding your father.