I Should Like
Pray, tell your vision of the afterlife?
Is there a seed invested, still to grow?
Who'll germinate it in the next afterlife?
I should, like to see it leave its embryo,
I should like to water it daily, between
Dusk and dawn; watch its vines twist and climb,
I'd like to see a sapling tree, waving green
Her boughs bent following the moon, downstream.
I should like your roots knitted deeply in me
A hopeless romantic sings eternal joy,
Yet-knows the limitations of their plea
I'd like to be there, when your eyes, reemploy
Open like dew-wet flowers ever so coy,
A Helen that's beautiful as that of Troy.