Tell Her so....

When I am gone

Do tell her of me

I will be behind the clouds

Or perhaps beneath the sea.

Tell her, O

When winter is here

That I am crisp and frozen

Without her care.

Do tell her

of my dream

when I see the beauty of her face

dressed in winter’s lovely cream.

When spring springs

In its mirth and glee

Tell, I shall look for her

in between the trees.

O, convey her

how my song goes

that tells of our past joy

and the present woes.

When heaven darkens and

comes forth the monsoon

Tell her I will come back

and we may meet soon.

With music of thunder

and lightning aside

I will come for her

Riding the high tide.

When autumn is due

with all its clues

Tell I shall be waiting

to feel her hues.

O, convey her

that leaves may fall at nature’s call

But, my love for her

shall never stall.

When I am gone

And all alone is she

I shall still be looking for her

Though hell may engulf me.