Do Not Weep At My Gravestone.

                                                      

Don’t weep at my gravestone ;

I’m not there

To offer you my shoulder,

I’m not there

To wipe your tears,

I’m not asleep;

You won’t wake me!

I’m in a place

Where love resides,

In the absence of sorrow

And tearful nights.

Don’t weep at my gravestone;

I’m not there

To hold your hand,

I’m not there

To hear you out,

I’m not ignoring you

I’m in another world…

I’m in a place

Where beauty resides,

In the presence of

Beautiful music

And passionate poetry.

Don’t weep at my gravestone;

I’m not there

To listen to you,

I’m not there

To walk you through,

I’m not hating,

You won’t speak to me!

I’m in a place

Where peace resides

With all the alluring souls…

I’m happy now;

I don’t see sadness.

Don’t weep at my gravestone;

I’m not found where you seek me,

I’m not hiding-

You can’t find me,

I’m not playing peek-a-boo;

I really disappeared!

Don’t weep at my gravestone;

You can’t see me,

You can’t find me;

But you can feel me…

I’m the sunshine on the grain;

I’m the gentle autumn rain.

I’m the feeling when you blush;

I’m the diamond you dug.

I’m the stars that shine at night,

I’m the sun that gives you light.

I’m the beauty-

Treasured in you;

I’m the sky that looks blue.

Don’t weep at my gravestone;

I didn’t die-

I’m just away…

Wake up, Picasso!

                                          

Picasso, Hear me!

Hear me, and wake up!

Wake up, Picasso!

A great artist you were,

And so are you; in your grave.

Cubism

Constructed sculpture

Collage; you made.

Small god, small creator;

What I call you.

"I paint objects as I think them

Not as I see them," you said.

 And I write you as I've heard you

Not seen you!

You're nowhere to be found,

And for this reason,

I call you! Hear me!

Hear me and wake up!

Wake up, Picasso!

Wake up and paint me!

Paint me;

With a rose in my hand,

With a big red heart,

With my lover in the very middle.

Paint me;

With a dark brown skin,

With a wide big smile,

So I can give hope

To the dying.

Wake up and paint me!

Hear me, and wake up!

Wake up, Picasso!

Wake up and sculpt me!

Sculpt me;

In gold- With the perfect ride of my breasts,

With hips without lies,

With diamonds At the meeting of my thighs,

With a brown pupil in my eye.

Let me be the light,

Where darkness lies...

Wake up and sculpt me!

Hear me and wake up!

Wake up,Picasso!

Wake up and write me a poem!

Make it a love poem.

Describe me

As a rose of the Sharon,

A lily among the valleys.

Recite me a poem.

Recite it;

With emotion and soul

Make me believe it,

Boost my confidence

A little higher.

Picasso,

 Hear me and wake up!

Wake up, Picasso!

You're not done yet.

Wake up

And paint, sculpt and write!

And when you're done,

Get back to resting...

Resting-

 After accomplishing

The timeless in time.

Picasso, Wake up!