Your Ambience

• Alex Draper, Grade 12, Nuriootpa High School
• Poetry
• 2007

2nd in the 'Calling All Poets 2007' competition

I don’t want you at my interment to mourn, There’s no need, for in a way I have been reborn
When you rest your thoughts to a reverie, I am in them; I am with you, though you may not see
I am the scarce sunbeams spiritual glinter, I am the gazing reflection in the puddles of winter
I am the misted nightfall’s gentle haze, I am the crackling wood fire’s alluring blaze
In the fragrant spring times vivacious days – long, I am the morning bird’s benevolent song
When you awaken to a new day's dawning, I am the rekindling quake throughout your yawning
I am the epiphany or warmth as spring grows weak, I am a sunset’s radiance at summer peak
During the trickling streams gradual taper, I am the Banana Fusilier’s frivolous caper
As the arid leaves of autumn crunch under your toe, I am its tiny fragments, following the soft wind blow
After leaving your footsteps in the silvery sod, I am the marks that remain every tread you have trod’
I don’t want you at my interment to weep, For we will be together again……only now in your sleep.