When I die
bury me in tattered robes
beneath the ground from which my tulips shall grow

When I die
feel neither pain nor anguish
but in a lilac hue feel peace and spirituality

When I die
bathe me in milk and marigold petals
caress my skin with tender hands

When I die
perform not a religious dispute
but a colourful celebration of a life fully lived

and When I die
share my works of art
my poems and portraits
my thoughts and visions
everything that I am
everything that I was
and everything that I dreamt to be

T.B
10/08/16