In Cremation

My wish is to return to that old place The calm and clear and crimson countryside Where my father and grandfather and I Placed seeds inside the ground that grew to God The day my heart decides to ever sleep And become something silent without sound Kiss me with fingertips that close my eyes And place me in the bed of flame and fire Before my seasonings are spread to earth Wait 'til the sun has half-way scorched the sky Carry my weight upon a pale white horse While riding swift as if to chase the past And with thy hand throw pieces of my soul Unto the air and let me fall to soil