Monday, April 12, 2010
Scattered
Burn my body and scatter my ashes at sea
So I might wash upon a thousand shores
Of distant islands eventually.
And on tropical beaches of black sand;
Soul, imprinted by the feet of children
I will come to understand.
What it is to swell with every tide then
I will settle when the moon pulls me ashore
And I will be alive again!
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