If I would die

If I would die,
The thoughts and chatters would fall,
The yearnings will fade
The constructs will break

The flowers will sweep me up from my feet
Butterflies would come and kiss me on the tip of my skin
A sunset will rest on my shoulders,
And the sunrise on my eyelids as I wake

Instead of swimming in turbulent waters against the current,
Determined to reach a destination, struggling, fighting -
I would simply float,
Lifeless, formless, effortless,
Wherever the water take me,
Whenever the sea gives me mercy

If I would die,
Love will no longer be a distant dream,
Hidden in the bizarre rules of a social game

Love would be a drop of morning dew,
As it rolls off the crevasse of a folded leaf

Love would spring from the rich spring soil,
burgeoning into a lushy green,
Waving left and right
caried by the singing winds,

Until it's edges fade into a golden yellow,
a dark brown,
giving away. Giving back to
the rich spring soil.

Love will be the essence of existence,
Each breath a divine creation,
Each step a fearless manifestation,
The true form of human expression.