A sleep I shall have

A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have
Yet death will be but a pause
For the peace of my years
In the long green grass
Will be yours and yours and yours.
Leo Marks

This is part of the 'code poem' for Violette Szabo who was shot in the back of the head in a concentration camp in 1945, holding the hands of two other Special Operations Executive agents. Filmed as Carve her name with Pride.

I'll go not to this dark alone
nor hide beneath the stone
a sleep I shall have
sisters kneel but we are never prone.

Hands that now are clasping mine
so will our hearts combine
a rest I shall have
my labours done behind the enemy line.

What matters where my body lay
released from torture on this day
yet death will be but a pause
my soul shall rise above the fray.

I see my home in my minds eye
life has been just a passing sigh
for the peace of my years
not lost even in this last goodbye.

To look to the sky as in a dream
beauty of earth below would seem
in the long green grass
reflected my final passing gleam.

Left behind on these foreign shores
a heart so true my spirit soars
given to you a freedom paid
will be yours and yours and yours.

Poetry Survivor
Second Round Glosa