Bitterness Death

Hug me! hug me! I"m still here, standing! Oh bitterness of death You shall not frighten me! Behold oh companion, I felt Thy hands squeezing my hands, Your chest supporting my head So I am watching from thy eyes These white sweet roses! Behold from these, your sweet scented-breath. Oh ye - white roses as if you Were thousands of years before Growing and growing from my remains. As if you were before - in my ears - whispering. So! repeat thy whispers, repeat. And you O grass of graves! O perpetual existence - from the brightness Of the day - toss these roses into my tomb, toss! Behold white roses from the leafy lips, moaning! Hug me! Oh bitterness of death, And behold as I ascend.