Burial Service

By: Moonjava

Edited By: Diedre N. Flora

All I want to do is drift off to sleep

In an empty shallow grave

With no morals or candles lit.

Just drifted ashes amongst the wind's currents -

Don't plaster my soul in a frozen tomb,

Keep it fresh in the stars.

Take the crosses and burn them

With the melted scent of poppies and dandelions.

Carve up no stone -

Don't cover me with dirt.

Just let me drift into heaven's arms.