PLEA TO AN OBJECT OF LOVE by Mide Benedict

Let me be absent on my death day
And let my casket experience great solitude
For if your breath still flows and mine then goes
Then the grave shall have no home to home my cadaver.

The land of the... shall not welcome me.

I will roam only through the low and high lands
Crossing rivers, seas and dry lands
But in silence this will be forever done,
For as you be alive and me being gone,
My ghost will be like ashes poured into the sea
Which neither blows nor flows but scatters in
The skin of water and be forever lost among sea sand.

But if you set sail upon life's bidding fleet
Sailing to the place where eyes can't foresee
I shall not live a day before I leave
For me alive and you being gone
Is like green grass growing without good roots.
So live my love, please live
Live my heart, do not leave as long as I live.

But I know all these are mere expressions
Coming from a scared heart,
Afraid of leaving you or you leaving me at any point.
If we could only say bye not at twosome time but at the same
If we could only leave... only leave at the same time
Then with smile my ghost will rest in peace.
But life is nothing as one wishes,
Nothing, really nothing like one wishes.

Mide Benedict

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