Resting Together
You think I'm dead
but I am not
my spirit
floats above you
caressing you
with sprays of roses
don’t weep for me
for I am here
held aloft by clouds
in their soft hands
ignited by sun rays
to remember passion
cooled by showers
bathing my soul
and watching you
awaiting your arrival
joining me
before I depart
lingering sky
craving you
to complete
our journey
together.
Wherever You Please
When my heart gives away and my spirit leaves,
I grant you permission to lay my limp body wherever you please.
Lay me among the dead,
Or maybe some place sweet,
where you can see the sunset.
You can disintegrate me in a fire,
Or freeze the remnant of me in a statue, so all can admire.
Whatever you do to the remainder of me,
should be only to your preference.
Because when I'm dead, I'm dead.
I'm already gone to heaven.
Compost
It begins with nativity ascending a fluid dawn. Irradiating footsteps carrying brilliance. A dominant germination of spirit staggered. Wanderlust glitters with existential stones marked. Post-pubescent expansion tilts celestial balance. Then succession ensues, sequential maturation plays. Blossoming senescence, a crescent bathed in vinegar grace. Expiration marinating, soul collapses into peace. White petals dispersing--harmoniously, yet bitter. Melancholy fragrance to blood abandoned. Finally entombed, capsula swaddles to sleep. Ritualistic burial parting roots accompanied, by choice. In the final crescendo the Earth is sealed. And reincarnated with my history comes anew fertilized dawn.
After all
The torment ends,
I shall be solely,
Without a sharer.
I shall lack
All human needs
Yet, I shall have
All that is needful!
A mirror
Before my eyes,
And a handful
Of recollections.
A pair of eyes
To behold
My face;
A faculty of mind
To remember.
And in that day
I shall conclude
That I held
No regrets.
That I have caused
No harm to others
Neither hurt
My dear own self.
That no words
Were left unsaid;
And no what ifs
Without a test.
That when I looked
At my reflection
I felt nothing
But content,
For I have
Not only
Taken breaths,
But I have raged
Against life's threats.
at rest
'Round
and 'round
the world I go
In search of something
I don't know.
Where my failing eyes did land?
Upstream,
to where it all began.
Take me where the squitos bite
and where he lay me down
at night.
The heart knows well where
it must go.
Just as the salmon and their roe.
Come hither & yon, young heart of mine, come rest and rest where you belong.
nedE
I want to lie down
In a bed.
Not my bed at home,
Wherever home may be.
Not a hospital bed,
God, no.
Not really a bed of
Flower petals either.
A bed made of
Clouds and music
And the color gold.
I want to be anesthetized
By the beauty of the world
And by the beauty I haven't yet seen.
I want to be hypnotized
To remember my past life
My current life
And my future too.
I want to lie myself down
In a garden not of flowers
On a path made not of stone
Near a fountain not of water
With unflying butterflies
Resting with me
In this Not-Eden.
I won't remember anything by then
But I hope I remember
My last moments-
My not-last moments-
Fondly.
Goodnight.
Memories Deep
I lie in a bed that is not my own.
I'm cold and weak and numb and alone.
My eyes are closed with heavy lids.
While I dream of things I think did.
I want to remember something but its fading.
was there someone who needed saving?
I begin to pull away and my eyes free open
and what I see I know I haven't woken
There lies my body battered and broken
My face a canvas whose past it's woven
wherever.
when i die, what i really, really want
is to be cremated.
but instead of being urn-ed
i've left careful instructions
for my ashes to be
shot
into space,
on a rocket.
yes, i want them to mingle with stardust
flutter in infinity
face the abyss.
basically, have the life i never had.
i mean, i've always dreamed
of embarking on space travel,
but i'm a realist.
i know
my remains are about as unlikely
to wind up on mars
as i am.
but they do have a better chance
of actually making it
into space
without me.
i am very
serious
about this.
it isn't a joke or anything.
i've done my research,
narrowed it down to two outfits.
(both in russia, though there is
a promising start-up in mumbai
that might be up to the task by the time
i die -- and be more cost effective).
i've set aside a small trust that will
cover the cost.
i have crafted careful
instructions for my loved ones
to carry out.
i've left no detail to chance.
but i'm a realist. i know
what will happen is that
no one will get around to it.
it will be too much trouble, so
they'll tell themselves,
"she's dead, its not like she'll ever know"
and they'll give me some vanilla burial
or put me on the mantle and I'll
be essentially robbed of
my final frontier resting place
and get stuck haunting
their boring selves,
wherever.