Leah's Last Words To Martin Poem by Martin Greyford

My beloved,
What shall we do?
Shall we consider love a strange visitor
Who came in the evening and left us in the morning?
Or shall we suppose this affection a dream
That came in our sleep and departed when we awoke?

Shall we consider this week an hour of
Intoxication to be replaced by sorrow?
Open your lips and let me hear your voice.
Will you hear the whispering of my wings in the silence?
Will you remember me after this
Tempest has sunk the ship of our love?
Will you hear my spirit fluttering over you?
Will you listen to my sighs?
Will you see my shadows approach with
The shadows of dusk and disappear with the flush of dawn?
Tell me my beloved,
What will you be after having been a magical

Ray to my eyes,
Sweet song to my ears,
And wings to my soul?
What will you be?
I want you to remember me as
A poet loves his sorrowful thoughts.
I want you to remember me as atraveller
Remembers a calm pool in which his image was
Reflected as he drank its water.
I want you to remember me as a mother
Remembers her child that died before it saw the light,
And I want you to remember me as a merciful
King remembers a prisoner who
Died before his pardon reached him.
Very soon the truth will become ghostly and
The awakening will be like a dream.
Will a lover be satisfied embracing a ghost,

Or will a thirsty man quench his
Thirst from the spring of a dream?
No!
He won't!
I'll be dead within seconds leaving a big gap
Of love in your heart but I believe I did fill it all.