It’s time.
Quite peacefully,
Lay myself, down to sleep

My skin and bones,
feed the trees.
In the spring, bloom beautifully

With the flowers,
remember me.
To them I leave my memory

Maybe then I’ll finally
leave,
this deep abyss, this
Drowning sea.

To the endless quiet -
sleep.
Peace.
Eternally.

But if I wake,
to those above.
Their warmth,
redeeming love.

I pray they’ll have forgiven me,
for sleeping - prematurely.