Song of the Sea (Inspired by Bubo)A Poem by YouoweYoupayDo not weep for too long. Do not say I have died. Do not bury me.
Song of the Sea
After my last sighs drift away and you fail to see my brown eyelashes quiver as the angels of daylight sprawl and stretch gently across the mist. After my papercut hand falls by the flowers, which I do not know by the name, of white and yellow sweet smelling petals you placed below my pillow. After my mind bids goodnight and my heart complies, gradually slowing down, the crimson it impels resting in my vessels, congealing, the chill budding in the fabric of my skin. After my spirit breathes to the surface and I become a foreigner without a voice or eyes that frown, smile, and talk or a heated tangible skin. As I lay in my bed, appearing yet similar to those who are living, the long curls of light hair falling about my tranquil features, the sleeves of my pure white cloth slightly loose around one shoulder, and my cool summer sheets twisted and warped between my uncovered legs. Do not scream or weep too loud, for I will still hear every murmur. Do not undress me or enfold me in neat cerement. Do not bury me in a constricted wooden coffin. I fear the dark and I dread the wretchedness of the earth underneath. Carry me quietly to the shore. Leave me on the sun freckled moist sand. Near the seashells and pretty-shaped smoothed pebbles. Where the sea speckled with bitter salt tickles my toes and makes me giggle, even when I look asleep on the surface, as the tips of my fingers slowly cease and crumple into dust. Do not weep for too long. Do not say I have died. Do not bury me. For I shall be someday kindly awaken by the singing of the sea, slowly approaching to whisper to m y essence and retreating back to await my unhurried reincarnation.
© 2011 YouoweYoupayAuthor's Note
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