Do, rest, be, be, be.

This life consists of strange thoughts,
Unknown dreams,
Frustrating pantomimes
And undiscovered plots.

In one of my dark moments
I saw a starling
orbiting
all the old emails
I thought I'd deleted

When I die
I want to be cremated
and have my ashes mixed with paint
just so someone can s
                                       p
                                         r
                                           e
                                             a
                                                d me
                                across a canvas.

I have listened to all the sad poems
Played the list of songs that weep
In reflection my heart regrets
All the things that went wrong.

Take me from the howling wind
Release the archer’s bow
Let me float to the heavens
And sing me a lullaby song.

Love Mary **