If I died tomorrow

If I died tomorrow would you remember my name
If I died tomorrow would I still be a burning flame
as the days roll into months and those into years
It is my heart and mind that portray my open fears
 
as the sun sets on another summer night
I am comforted by the dark not the light
I want this life of mine to take a long flight
to see the shades of grey not just the black and white
 
If I died tomorrow what would have been my gift to you
If I died tomorrow who else would have missed me too
as the chapters turn into a new story
would anybody have recognised my unfulfilled glory
 
as the sun rises on this month of July
can I still be elegantly wasted and reach up to the sky
as the dawn welcomes yet another day
I listen carefully to myself and think maybe this is just my way


Copyright © 2009 Matt Bowden
All rights reserved.

Poetry Emotion