After I'm Gone

( Some philosophical play, Rossetti never taught me punctuation. )

After I'm dead

I might be remembered,

A distant echo of memory

A soul phased for eternity,

Ashes scattered to the winds

Under a satin sky,

Sleeping peacefully

Please don't disturb me,

Look after my records and books

Keep on building another world,

Rid of poverty, inequality, destruction

With so much comfort, grace and appeal,

Deep in the valley, a bell shall toll

In a place where rests the soul,

On slate and stone poetry reimbursing

Beyond life's awakening curses,

This elusive dreamer will dream away

Flying on high in distant space,
In shards of broken time 

As birds  forever burst into song.