If I close my eyes,
I want to be floating
placidly on a river
with golden leaves
around me
and the singing birds
above me

as I pass by the willow tree,
my weight
is as light as the
mellow sky
I am hoping to be taken
in a place of serenity

My cease body
will live in the wilds
and may the bones
be a sentiment
buried
below the stream

Thousands of years,
a treasure they will find
unknown parts; wanting to be fragmented
mystery; full of false theory

The brown spots on paper revealed an intricate words found
in a bottle
that says ‘leave my soul be’