This space

What will this space be
When I am gone - just another room
With vaulted ceiling, stone walls
Gold-adorned?

Will another hear my words
Hanging in the air, the pleasured
Silence lingering there
In an evening light's soft pools?

And will the heat beat down
From those high red bars
Like manna from the Gods
Grace from the stars?

Will the trees out there
Dodge and weave my thoughtful eyes -
Appraising I am gone?
And will my friends the clouds

Still call with a whirl and a lie?
Will that flag flap - town Saltire
Heralding my coming down to walk
Among the living?

And will the sun's crossings
Move those shadows
Stately on the lawn, curving
Slowly round when I am gone?

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