I Should Like

Pray, tell your vision of the afterlife? Be there a seed invested, still to grow? Who will germinate it in the next afterlife? I should like to see it leave its embryo. I should like to water it daily, between dusk and dawn; watch its vines twist and climb I'd like to see a sapling tree waving green. Her boughs bent following the moon downstream. I should like your roots knitted deeply in me. A hopeless romantic sings-eternal joy, yet-knows the limitations of their plea I'd like to be there, when your eyes, reemploy Open-up dew-wet flowers ever so coy, a Helen that's beautiful as that of Troy.