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.
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 4:12 AM UTC
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.