Viking Funeral

Viking Funeral When that day comes that I will die Dress me in the finest clothing Patterned from a textured sharksin As the sun sets east and reflects upon the sea so warm and blue Place me in a red sailing craft Hand carved from an exquisite teak Surround me with my memories My keepsakes and my written words And when the tide goes out to sea You may set my sails pointed west Aim and shoot a flaming arrow To pierce the boat set it aflame And consume me on my final sail When the last flame is extinguished, Retrieve my ashes from the craft And place them in an marble jar And toss it in the ocean deep My life has always been mundane I never lived to seize the day Good luck and judgements never meshed My essence nor my core refreshed To take a trip in such a way To be remembered on that day Will seal the memory of my death When I have breathed my final breath *Revised Poem from years ago