Rest My Body In the Know of Mine

I want a plain substandard coffin,  
Wide enough to contain my wishes,  
The dreams that danced like fireflies,  
Flickering in the night of my soul,  
A much more humbled prospect;  
A faultless, unadulterated vision,  
Where simplicity cradles my last breath,  
And the weight of excess melts away,  
Like morning mist beneath the sun.  

I want a bare but pure funeral,  
An ordinary unembellished service,  
Where the air is thick with the essence of being,  
And the echoes of my laughter linger,  
A soft reminder of a life well-lived.  
With a short funeral hymn to rest my body,  
In the soft embrace of the earth,  
Perfect words worded perfectly,  
Into the fit painted by another Kline,  
A brushstroke of grace on the canvas of grief.  

So when the cries of the remnants of Leteng bong,  
Resound like a distant thunderstorm,  
Goaded by emotions so strong,  
They hum a little song,  
A melody of memories and whispers,  
A gentle lullaby for the weary heart,  
A short funeral hymn to rest my body,  
In the know of mine,
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Poshiwa Avatar
February 19, 2015 at 6:04 AM
Nice little write here....humble
Leteng Avatar
February 19, 2015 at 8:30 AM
Thnx 4 your time Poshiwa, much appreciated
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