Sonnet Of Death Poem by Martin Dyke

If I had life I'd devote it to you;
My lips, if not ash, would kiss your red lips:
My heart, if unrotted, would love you too,
My loving hands would rest light on your hips.
The air would wrap you in its gorgeous life,
And the very sun embrace your wet eyes-
Your soul would rejoice- oh fast vanished strife!
Your chest would relish a freedom of sighs.
A perfect and round nighttime moon would burn,
And I'd sing songs of tomorrow's sunrise-
And later, after, if you took the yearn,
We'd dance a bright dance under darkening skies.
Happy as this is, it can't ever be
For darling, I'm dead. Never mourn for me.