An Elegy For Myself

Late September sun is mellow Can see the peonies smile, The grass-blades are turning yellow They've weathered the summer's guile. Dusk ushers reminiscences old And fragrance of jasmine sweet, I hark to the winds that behold A canary's lulling tweet. Twilight hovers upon a clue That nocturne is not too far, Daylight has fled into the blue To embrace the evening star. This cemetery my home to be It's beauty a piece of art, Deep silence like sweet lullaby Borrowed from a mother's heart. My headstone stands where shadows throng Epitaph a silent plea - ‘Do prepare for a journey long It is here that you have to be'. The inmates here all dead and furled Are all of a motley kind, Glad its not like the mortal world Where I always trailed behind. Being here is sheer providence Know this my beloved dear, Would've long changed my residence Had I known the blessings here. ***********