Rearranging.

I have done some slight changes to the poem below. At least I think I have done some changes.

You . . .

Can you see me as I see you?
We fade as flowers die.
Be gone, please not step away
The soul, it makes a sigh

The black crow stare “why me?” I die.
Just me, not real, just grief
be gone misty life, this is not true!
as ships sails upon great reef

Turn away to flee from here
Would I stop you? Could I?
Long live the burning heart I hear
My grave is where I lie