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

[Ashesh]

Your poem shows that you believe in reincarnation and cycle of life. A spiritual poem.. with smooth flow of words. Thanks for sharing.

[loowzerX]

i always love your poems. :)

[Sports Girl]

Good poem. I liked it a lot. IT flowed well too.