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Watery Grave

Watery Grave

I still remember the day you asked,

never to be put into the ground.

You curled your toes into saltwater sand,

as you made your request known:

"Let me never be buried where feet walk upon my grave.

I'd rather drift eternally,

inside the inner tube of a wave."

I'll give my plea to the oceans,

to carry to you.

Straight through your kingdom,

of darkness and blues.

All the way to your watery grave,

mere ash to a liquid body of life.

I'll shout my last goodbye at a stormy night,

hoping the rain might give my words flight.

All the way to that day.

I did what you asked,

fulfilled my final heartbreaking task.

Rest in the peace,

in the water by which this death was seized.

From the ground where we walk,

into the liquid weightlessness of eternity.