Die quietly, darling.
Die silently and gracefully;
Die like you lived.
Those flowers they put on your grave are blue,
Those flowers are beautiful like the sea.

But then I remembered
(how could I have forgotten)
Your dislike of that same blue sea.
Perhaps the spray and the wind
And the azure waves
Dampened down your fire.
And now that fire is out and now there’s
Nothing.

Die blazing, friend.
Die blazing hot with fire and passion,
Burn through your coffin,
Burn through the hollow earth and through the ground,
Burn back to me and live quietly.
Live quietly and gracefully.
But do not die.