When I die, I want to be under a starry sky, alone by the sea, just the sand, the rolling blue and me.
As the rising tide comes to claim my corpse I shall become a silent note in the ocean's voice.
And every crashing wave that is cast upon the stones becomes a part of me, never again, alone..........
Just messing around, liked the way it led off, real pretty.
laconic, a tad, but well crafted, rhyme scheme is a little dry, maybe could soup it up a bit? That'd be my only critique, I like the idea of making the sea glad, if we could, that would be a grand thing.