When The Breeze On The Sea And Land Is Strong Poem by Gert Strydom

When the breeze on the sea and land is strong
do not feel sorrow when I am gone
as if I am the only man, the only one
and when my ashes are spreading among

the places for which I did long
and become part of every hue and tone
with vivid colours like a anemone
and I am part of the wind, its song

then only remember me
in the words that I leave behind
in their simplicity,
let them remind
you of their beauty and sincerity
as a last legacy that you call to mind.


[Reference: Sonnet 71 “No longer mourn for me when I am dead” by William Shakespeare.]