Love
i will become
that living soil
beloved flesh
of earth
bury me
where worms feed
scatter seed
i will take new form
in the deep embrace
of roots
grieve a moment
if you must
but then rejoice
we are all just
a part of this
one life
revel in golden light
sun warmed earth
the fragrance of
flowers
pollens mysterious delight
inhale these dear
molecules
these tender things
that my soul
and substance
have become
inhale
and I will be
with you
always
together
finally
at last
we will become
perfection
that living soil
the beloved
flesh of earth
until then
you will find me in the garden
precious seeds
near to hand
Copyright 2-3-06 6:00 AM Harvest McCampbell
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