I Should Like Poem by Mark Heathcote

Pray, tell your vision of the afterlife?
Be there a seed invested, still to grow?
Who will germinate it in the next afterlife?
I should like to see it leave its embryo.
I should like to water it daily, between
dusk and dawn; watch its vines twist and climb
I'd like to see a sapling tree waving green.
Her boughs bent following the moon downstream.
I should like your roots knitted deeply in me.
A hopeless romantic sings-eternal joy,
yet-knows the limitations of their plea
I'd like to be there, when your eyes, reemploy
Open-up dew-wet flowers ever so coy,
a Helen that's beautiful as that of Troy.