My Viking Funeral

Viking Funeral When that day comes that I will die Dress me in the finest clothes Patterned from ecru silken threads In contrast with my hazel eyes As the sun sets west and reflects upon the sea so warm and blue Place me in a sailing craft Hand carved from exquisite teak Surround me with my memories My keepsakes and my written words When the tide goes out to join the sea please set my sails all pointed east Aim and shoot a flaming shaft To pierce the boat set it aflame And consume me on my final quest to delve into my watery nest When the last flame is extinguished, Retrieve my ashes from the craft And place them in an marble jar And toss them in the ocean deep My life has always been mundane I never lived to seize the day My 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 4/3/2017