Ashes of Life

Let me be the ashes of death

Smothering the air of a cemetery

Let me fly with the whiskey air

Kissing dews of dead crematory.

Let me sleep as the chilled charcoal

Of bones, dusted on green green leaves

Let me be the song, immortal

Of mortal music that the nomad weaves.

I might not peep into washed memories

Let me just leave a vague footprint.

I won't come back, down those lanes

So let me just stare at that imprint.

Let me be all that that you can feel

And become restless to see me.

I shall surpass to the nothingness of beauty

A dark geek as you had once named me.

Let me cherish those grasses evergreen

Golden they turn when wiser indeed.

We live in doings, not in decades

So let me relive only in my deed.