Within Death is Life

Lay my body down
In a lush bed of roses
The ones you picked from the freezer window
In the flower shop
Place my soul in a cedar box
And plant it six feet below
Where worms will eat their way through
and feast off my corpse.
Kneel down at the head of my grave and grieve your loss
Pray that you will see me again one day...
But fear not,
Death is life
Cry not
In sorrow but
With tears of joy
And let the salt drop to the dirt patch where you sit
So grass may grow in its place.
Lay my pictures in a converse shoe box
And hang my guitar on your purple wall
Hold my childhood toy close to your heart before you fall asleep
And go to bed dreaming of me.

I’ll be laughing; my soul will be beaming a white light
I’ll hold my hand out to you but tell you not to follow.

And when you awake you will smile
You will close the lid on the converse box
And put the guitar in the closet
And that dried rose on your night stand will be placed in a book
So one day, upon the memory you might look
But you will move on
You will be strong
As my childhood toy you will pass on, to your daughter
You’ll tell her it was your best friend’s favorite toy
And she will have many adventures.
And the next time you visit me at my grave
You will not be crying or wiping your nose
But you will be telling me of how your life is
And how much your daughter grows.
Because death
Brings life
And even though my body is dead
Laying silently six feet under
My soul is still alive
And floating in a field of roses
Just like the ones you bought
from the freezer window in the flower shop