Gert Strydom - When the breeze on the sea and land is strong

When the breeze on the sea and land is strong
do not feel sorrow when I am gone
as if I am the only man, the only one
and when my ashes are spreading among

the places for which I did long
and become part of every hue and tone
with vivid colours like a anemone
and I am part of the wind, its song

then only remember me
in the words that I leave behind
in their simplicity,
let them remind
you of their beauty and sincerity
as a last legacy that you call to mind.


[Reference: Sonnet 71 “No longer mourn for me when I am dead” by William Shakespeare.]

Gert Strydom

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-breeze-on-the-sea-and-land-is-strong/