After I Am Gone

After I am gone
promise me
you will not be sad.
I will be away, that's all.
And yet if in solitude the memories haunt,
do not be gloomy,
do not be sad.
I will be away, not lost.
The keepers of my secret sign will be many;
do not be alarmed ;
they are all your friends.
Glance in passing
at your image in the stream;
staring back will be none but me.
Just have a word with the passing breeze
rushing in haste to cross the range
of the faraway hills
following the hint of the scent of the musk
lingering on my lips
from the kiss you planted
like the doe drunken on love.

And yet somehow I suspect
all these clues are the meanderings
of a poetic fancy, all in vain.
You know well where to look for me.

I have yet to know those dense forests,
those caves lying deep
in the recesses of your heart
where despite my efforts
I could not reach,
that place whereto
I was denied access.
Don't forget to look for me
there too, before you search everywhere else.
Perhaps that's the place;
you may find me there.