A Letter from the Sky

If somehow all your plaintive pleas

don’t reach my ears tomorrow,

if all sweet dreams you dreamt of me

take shape of grief and sorrow.

If somehow all get crush on you

and they get on their knees,

and you find all pleasures, false or true

but get no more of me.

I wish so much you would not cry

with your nerves so pale and gray,

nor to life you would say goodbye

and slay yourself that way.

For I wish so much to see you live

to see you smile all day,

to discern the love I could not give

before I went away.

So fear no more these worldly sorrows

nor awful twisted words,

rather hear me calling every morrow

with the blended notes of birds.

Feel my touch so calm and soothing

in the warmth of summery sun,

catch my fragrance, strong and pleasing

when the frantic day is done.

And remember one day far from crowd

where the blue sky meets the land,

I’ll be waiting for you, all unbowed

to greet and kiss your hands.

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