When I Die

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oak-tree

When I die
I ask that I be buried
so that I lie
in the heart of that dense black forest.

At the foot of those mist-shrouded mountains
Dig a deep deep hole
for my remains
and tell not a soul where my final home is.

And when the cold damp earth has covered those lips
that you used to kiss
level my grave
and let not a grim epitaph stain the earth.

The roots of ancient oak trees
will feast on my flesh
and I will disappear –
but when the north wind brings you an oak leaf,
hold it to your heart and kiss it
and I will feel your lips once more…

When I Die was last modified: August 31st, 2017 by rainontheroad

One Response to "When I Die"

  1. Marsha A. Moore  Wednesday, May 19, 2010 at 18:52

    Very moving images! I enjoyed the journey this verse took me on. Thanks!

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