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When I Die, I Will Live On

When I die, do not bury me within the ground.
I will not take up the space where a tree should grow.
Do not place me within the walls of a solid tomb.
Cold, dank; where I can no longer hear a sound.

Place my body upon a funeral pyre.
Lay me upon branches of oak, ash and cottonwoods.
Cover me with boughs of lilac and flowering dogwoods.
A pillow of thyme, sage and lavender to rest my head upon.

Gather the ashes to spread upon the desert sands.
To flow amongst the red rocks with the spirits there.
I will not be alone, I will walk with others.
And you will know I am there.

When you walk upon the ground, you will hear my sighs.
When you feel the breeze, I will be caressing your skin.
With the heat of day, you will feel my passion for you.
With the rain, you will feel my tears that I cannot be with you in body.

When I die, I will live on.
I will watch you grow old, but share every moment.
I will hold you close as you pass out of this life.
Finally, together, we will walk the desert sands together; to climb the red rocks once more.

When I die, I will live on.

~ Lady Winter Wolf ~

Hey, thought I should tell you; wonderful writing. I like your poetry. Good stuff. It brought me back to a time when I lived in the desert in Las Vegas NV. I so miss the amber of the sunset on the Red rock canyon floor. Thanks for quickening my memory.

Yes very nice Poem Mad me think of my mom who's getting very old now. Thanks for Sharing LW

Thank you gentlemen. Actually, much of it has to do with reality; with my Pagan beliefs, and the plans my husband and I have made if the time ever comes for our passing. Then again, currently I have my life planned out to the age of 200, so...

Still doing loads of writing, but mostly a food blog and a travel blog.

Words for poetry keep eluding me.

Hey, I like this! I hope I can read more of your poetry soon!