My Wish...

"And thou art dead, as young and fair, As aught of mortal birth, And form so soft and charms so rare, Too soon return'd to Earth!" <3~Lord Gordon Byron~<3

When I'm lain in a shallow tomb,
Instead of six, can you make it three?
So that I may feel the warmth of noon,
Though my eyes no longer see.

My body slowly turns to ice,
Silently wasting away,
Visited only by the mice,
Who pass by where I lay.

I do not wish for you to weep,
Or to mourn for my death,
Memories of me, you can keep,
Knowing I am at rest.

So in your heart, let there be peace,
Please set your mind at ease,
Listen to the birds never cease,
Songs on the gentle breeze.

When I'm lying inside my grave,
Amongst that which I've sown,

Leave me unmarked, for I so gave

Up everything I've known.

Reviews

[Tony]

I didn't read this a final resting place but like a metaphor for a escape where like nobody could find us but they would know we're doing good-- know what I mean. A place where we can feel the sun no matter what and listen to the birds and be in nature and such. If that makes sense. Just how the poem moved me. Peaceful write-- anyway you interpret it.

[Tate Morgan]

You have no idea how much like Teasdale you write But you must be of a kindred spirit to be sure

[Ralphy]

wow this is extremely beautiful. first I like this line "Instead of six, can you make it three?" I like the encompass of nature. I love the way you visualize death, as a peaceful resting something someone shouldn't weep over. I love the poetic verses that describe your feels, down to the dress made of silk. Finally the last verse of the last stanza "Knowing what I have sown I have finally reaped." Thank you for helping me visualize death in a different manner...hugs wonderful write