for when I am dead....


I'll float upon the blue

The day will come,
I'll float upon the blue
of skies revised.
As ebbs the flowing sea
my life withdrew
unrecognized.

Gone is all sound.
But winds still do caress
me caringly,
while waves rock me around
with tenderness
and carry me.

And carefree fish
lead me to muted ways
not known before.
And somehow I will drift,
quite easily,
and land ashore.





























Poetry by Scharlie Meeuws
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Written on 2007-09-12 at 10:19

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