When I Die, I want -

When I die, I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands
to pass their freshness over me once more;
I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.
I want to live while I wait for you, asleep.
I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you
to sniff the sea's aroma that we loved together,
to continue to walk on the sand we walked on.
I want what I love to continue to live,
and you whom I love and sang above everything else
to continue to flourish, full flowered:
so that you can reach everything my love directs you to,
so that my shadow can travel along in your hair,
so that everything can learn the reason for my song.

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