In death
I return
as your breath
as the soil you walk upon
as the wall you lean on
as the dreams you weave
as the breath you take
as the liquid intake
in death
do i return
to be the air that cushions you
to be the sky that colours you
to be the life that lives you
I return
to you
to be you..
for eons I travelled
from nightmares to hopes to dreams to realities
from pitfalls to firm ground to solid pillars
for you to lean
for you to trust
in death
I do return
to hold
to lend a hand
to be your own
to be yours alone
in death, yes, in death
i returned
to be at your side
to see you through this strife
to kiss you warm in the ice
to shower you petals in the storm
in death, I return
many deaths later, i still return
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so many deaths are there in on life, I like it.