Words of a Dying Poet

Words of a dying Poet My queen now I am near to my grave Please have this last word of mine I have lost my visual gift yes you know My born as weak as a melting rubber Please have this last word of mine Bury it in your heart I am a warrior, has fought many battles I am a dreamer,and you know that Please have this last word of mine Be a dreamer that dreams beyond sight Go after your heart Be your self, and do your best We've been together for some decades now Yes the truth must be said, not in the grave You are the best among the rest Surely shall you glitter twinkle sparkle Your pen is your strength make good use of it Goddess is what you are, the power is yours My queen do remember this my last word For I am once a dreamer and good thinker like you You have that paradise in you Build it now,if really you want live a holy life Go after your heart I said again I am weak, my hair has turn grey My eyes has gone back to my skull I no longer breath as required Only three teeth remain in my mouth My tongue has lost its power of taste All parts of my body has gone before me Resting in my tomb waiting for my arrival I am here and there My body is here but, my spirit is there Will soon join my ancestral train Back to a new home, with new body But the truth must be said now, not in my grave Do all I said and the world will forever be yours Bye until we meet in that holy palace.