THE RENEWING OF THE WORLD

1

I know that when I am gone,

and become dust with your bones and ash,

the summer Sun will shine as bright as then,

snows shall glitter as scattered diamonds

under the glowing winter Moon, and

rainbows shall arch across the skies

when all smells fresh after spring rain.

I know that, but I also bitterly know

that after you went, the pale Sun

has never shined as bright,

the snowfields have been dim under a lesser Moon

and no rainbow has crossed the sky

when the cold, hard rain has stopped falling

and I have smelled decay in the air.

2

The world awaits its renewal

on the day after the impaired senses

and the despairing mind

have found what they shall call peace

when they encase the remains in the soil.

The Sun shall shine bright,

rain shall fall and the grass growing

shall smell good to passer-by's,

and the snow shall glitter when the

winter Moon drowns the stars,

but I, I shall not have

back what is now achingly gone,

I shall have not peace in the grave,

for I shall not be.

11.08.2020