No more the gentle song of spring, <br />No more the touch of anything, <br />No more the guiding, tender hand, <br />No more to walk upon this land. <br /> <br />No more the smell of summer rain, <br />No more the tree against the pane, <br />No more the child who sweetly cries, <br />No more the breath of whispered sighs. <br /> <br />No more the falling leaves of time, <br />No more you’ll hold this hand of mine, <br />No more the melancholy mist, <br />No more the lips I should have kissed. <br /> <br />No more the dormant, winter air, <br />No more the bed, the room, the chair, <br />No more the moon nor sky above, <br />No more the light from those I love. <br /> <br />No more the hours to wish away, <br />No more the words I planned to say, <br />No more the love of life ahead, <br />No more the fear of being dead.<br /><br />Teedy Dawn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-morning-i-woke-up-dead/
