What If

What if I vanish, I vanish from the face Of the world, Into an oblivion, Into the void Of pitch-darkness Of nothing beyond. What if I don't leave a word or two, behind for you. What if I go, Soundless, Cold and slow. What if I draw grey-black strokes Before I know That I'd immerse lower than low. What if the day comes, cheerless and dull, Songs of skies allay and lull me to sleep. For eternity. What if I cease to know How the emerald on that grass will glow, How it feels to wake up tomorrow. The leaf will stir. The wind will take you far. Joys of breathless delight Would still rupture. Countless days will pass. That my toes do not touch the grass. Until a lonely star On a dust-less night Will murmur my name, in your ear.