Bury Me With Words

When I die,

Bury me with words. 

Send me off with cinquains of summer, 

Where the warmth never fades

And the sun is ever bright. 

Sing to me

Your handwritten sonnets

Bursting with love and desire

And all manners of adventure. 

Remember me with verses

Of life and freedom,

So timeless that they never age.

Bury me with words

So my legacy is eternity.