After My Death

Maybe you will come after my death

In dawn’s impatient breeze crushing the falling leaves

Will come and stand in my courtyard

And I'll see through the invisible window of my grave

How your shadows are treading without any qualms

You'll be staring with surprised eyes

At the olive tree

After my death

How the red leaves turn green

You will see the poetic creepers of my nurtured garden

Become raspy like a prose

Breaking the cycle of fog

How the mornings become colorless like a widow

And the spectacular moments of dusk

Blend in the darkness of my dead and buried existence

Maybe you will come after my death.