You've laid in numerous beds,
Stalks sprouted from every one of them,
Endless pedestals of life from where yours bled into them.
There is your final bed,
A place where the flora of your memory shall eternally permeate,
Flowing- unchallenged, into my mind.
And when the resounding influence of you enters,
And I am overwhelmed with you, I shall say:
"Give me your bed, and let me be your vessel!"