A Bird’s Song Released

When I die I want my soul
To curl into rings of smoke,
Hovering at my wake
And inhaled slowly
By the ones I loved and left;

A smoke that tickles chests
And prompts a thousand memories,
Funny stories passed on,
Shared in bars and at parties
As hearts flutter happy.

I want to be kept alive in song,
In certain words strung together,
Like the passwords
Of true friendships,
A golden reason for living;

And in the midst of the forest
Where my ashes blow free,
I want to gaze at the sky,
Dizzy with peace,
Busy no longer – a bird’s song released.

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