by Paul Hartal
When I die
Bury me under the Tree of Love.
So my heart never stops to beat.
I will live
In every cell of your flesh,
I will live
In every chamber of your soul.
Words of solace
Scatter in the wind,
The sound of violin
Does not dissolve the night.
Yet time does come
To a stand in eternity:
Longer than poetry and art
In remembrance I will live,
And through true love survive
Even the death of memory.
From:
Paul Hartal, Love Poems; Montreal: Editions La Galerie Fokus, 2004, p. 52
Copyright ©:
2012, the author
Last updated March 11, 2012