Afterlife, A Whisper

When the stars scatter in silence above, And the winds sing through the slumbering trees, I will slip through the shadowed grove, In the quiet world that brings me peace. No longing binds, no tear nor sigh, For life has shed its heavy chain, I am a ghost of breathless sky, Wandering through fields after rain. There is no fear, no pain to feel, Just the warmth of a long-lost sun, A silver stream, a rippling reel, And all the heartache now undone. I'll wait no more for love or grace, The earth's sweet music will suffice— A tender breeze upon my face, In the soft caress of paradise.