Epitaph

Flesh bordered lace with sorrow's face, I sense your presence above: Cheeks flushed, a fever of grace and love from where you stand; and the sparse salt of your eyes, mingled in water-brushed begonias from your hand with gentle sighs. Beneath velvet leaves and strings of grass woven in beauty, I sink slowly; dissolving satin, bone, and shard, the frame of those who last viewed me since worldly disregard. I plead you to say: Why do you stray from your path to read this epitaph? Did your eyes befall a stone unknown, etched in meaning you long to call your own? "In passing, dear traveler, know this: I seep to secure I crack to create I leak to procure future's fate everlasting through solemn earthen kiss." Be assured, I know your mind. The purpose you seek in the vital world will be found, a smile at last unfurled in final resting ground; Both peaceful and resigned.