Premonition
I dread the poem I shall one day write To read to those who knew you, knew your heart, The kindness of your soul. Its rhymes are phantoms in my mind; They have not lived, and yet shall never die, And try as I may I cannot stop them. They are as horses in a desert, Thundering through the dust to the end. Every page filled is practice for that day When I sit and write and die. And I shall read my words - your words really, For they have always belonged to you - And they will listen, those mourners; They will watch as I remember. As the poem finally breathes, And I fall apart for you who put me together.by Rachel Bruce
