When my tired soul
Leaves this body,
Do not place me in a box
And put me under;
You know how I feel
About small spaces and the dark.

Lay me on a raft,
In that black dress you like,
Oil my feet and elbows,
You know how I get when they turn ashy.

Cover me in those scented purple blossoms
That I never learned the name of,
Set me ablaze,
And Send me into the sea.

As the blazes burn out
And the memory is etched onto your heart,
Don’t shed a tear, my darling;
You know how I get when you cry.

And when you’re up to it
And you resume your evening walks
Along the sea shore
You’ll smell the purple blooms
And know that I am there
With you.