Some quiet day, perhaps, when I am dead, <br />And this loud world is but a whispered echo <br />Through the dark, cool earth that spreads above my head, <br />I shall forget that I have ever known you. <br />Your kisses shall become inconsequent <br />As flowers and grass that grow above my grave, <br />Our moments shared shall crumble down to dust, <br />The ring upon my finger turn to rust, <br />There shall be nothing to remind me, then, <br />I shall know peace, unstirred by pain or song. <br />Turning my face to sleep, as children do, <br />Never to start awake and cry your name, <br />Seeking your arms to shelter me from fear <br />As I do now... this night... my very Dear!<br /><br />Mona Gould<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/some-quiet-day-perhaps/
