My ghost already walks these lonely halls,
Its body lost amidst the hurt and pain,
But though it views the world as bleak and cruel,
I know its life and love will rise again.
Amongst the dusky leaves, the shoots are green
And will, in time, supplant the ones before;
We must lament the canopy that's been
But know the grains of sand make up the shore.
When I am gone, remember only this:
Our love is strong and even now survives.
Within your womb, you bloomed eternal bliss
And they have roots that grow and reach and thrive.
I do not beg for Death, nor crave his scythe,
But I have beaten death with three more lives.