Piercing the rain-clouds like sunlight,
Basking in the glory like an angel,
brushing away all the tears and fears,
touching my coffin ,I whispered :
Dearest don’t cry over me!
“You may see me struggle but you won’t see me fall.
My words are not just random expressions,
they are abstract yet rational compositions.
I lay here to rest,I lay here to sleep.
Balanced and thoughtfully laid.
They read of a foundation –
Tough as oak , Precious as gold,
yet often they fail me.
like both daisies and bruises.
Like a morning’s dreams”.
so I slowly whisper again,
“Once broken they are impossible to repair.
Words to conceal are often not so fair,
For this is just a beginning of a final rest .”