At your Whim

My desire for you when I'm gone,
Is to know, in ultimate reality, I'm not.
Look inside to the stillness and there I'll be.
My face, my voice, my smell.
Even more so than what you now see.
I swim through out your soul.
The echo of every word.
The feel of every touch.
Like my breath on the back of your neck,
Raising goose flesh and chills down your spine.
All still available at your whim.
Even as my ashes are kissed by the wind,
Or my body nourishes the ground,
Know I am everywhere.
As I always have been...As have you.