Afterlife, A Whisper Poem by James McLain

When the stars scatter in silence above,
And the winds sing through the slumbering trees,
I will slip through the shadowed grove,
In the quiet world that brings me peace.

No longing binds, no tear nor sigh,
For life has shed its heavy chain,
I am a ghost of breathless sky,
Wandering through fields after rain.

There is no fear, no pain to feel,
Just the warmth of a long-lost sun,
A silver stream, a rippling reel,
And all the heartache now undone.

I'll wait no more for love or grace,
The earth's sweet music will suffice—
A tender breeze upon my face,
In the soft caress of paradise.