Letters To A Dead Poet/The afterlife of a poet

Let your heart be surrounded by roses

for yours truly is inspired by the way your heart beats once you listen to it

Let the bones of your body be embraced by a tangle of daisies

for your smooth fingertips have written through your ink

Let your lungs be filled with morning dew, for it was your lungs that sang and breathed a song

Let your fingers intertwine lilacs so that we will always remember the way you have writ

To a man that was once there, and now rots beneath his grave,

Let the wild entangle you into the mossy pit that haunts everyday, the sound of your dreaming mind….

let the breeze hit the waters like a sharp knife that paves the beauty of your face through ripples that go forth through the waters….

where your house used to be, let it haunt the very mirrors with your image, and the walls with the echo of your voice, the sound of your laughter, the patter of your footsteps, the smell of your clothes….

and worse, the smell of your cologne