If there isn't a tomorrow.

 

When I die...

 

Call out
my name

 

for I will

hear you

 

all the

same

 

As the wind

blows

 

So low and

sweet

 

Through

the field

 

is where

we'll meet

 

So whisper

my name

 

I will return

 

My life

is gone

 

My soul

rebirthed.

 

 

When I die...

 

Don't cry for me

 

For I am here

 

I did not leave.

 

Reviews

[Love-shadowed Silhouett..]

Wow.
God I wish I could write like this...
Absolutely insane. (The good way)
I'm utterly speechless.
It was simple, but beautiful.
Bittersweet poetry... really nice :)
Great job! :)

[Norma M Sutton]

This is beautiful.

You reversed the i and e in field though.

Through

the feild

[Bard Constantine]

This was a lovely piece of writing. I liked the short lines, like a whispering voice that brings comfort to the bereaved... well done. One small thing -7th stanza, the word 'field' is misspelled. Again, excellent job with this one...

[Candylove.]

Astounding, a truly breathtaking piece. The structure fits so perfectly, adding on to it's sincerity and meaning. :)

[nono]

Wow! This is a very good poem and all so true nicely done!

[Brittany W]

This was a good poem, it was simple and sweet, i enjoyed it.

[Jonathan De Elvira]

This is what I call "love til I die" if ya ask me :P..

simple but the message got straight to me and I never grew tired with it...like it

[Robin]

one little spelling mistake - Field

wonderful rendition of a prayer of faith and heart

[Ruth]

Wonderful words love! Beautifully so, moving and tender
xx

[Dream Weaver]

Beautifully written, thanx for this write.