let it be my death in a garden behind my house
between animal and flower
and the murmur of water
let it be in a luminous afternoon
with bamboos swaying in the breeze
let it be with the sun’s last ray
the wind’s last breath be mine as well
your name the last upon my mouth
heralded by birdsong
death be like a butterfly whose wings i fly on
on a day that tastes of everlasting summer
as oleanders blooming powdery pink
relinquish the spice of their fragrance
in the rain
o my heart’s joy
let it be as i hold your hand
walking through the fragile foliage
the slender trees
whispering the sweet memory of your name
let it be that i surrender willingly to the wind and the light and the sun
that i disappear in the splendor of the sky
michèle voltaire marcelin
march 1, 2010
Such a lovely poem. Did you write it in English or French?
I imagine that perennial smile adorning that beautiful face of yours, enjoying this new experience just as you have others.