The Song of Death

Embellish me with festoons

for the last and final time;

for there stands my bride

stretching out her hand.

Let me rest in the lap of eternal slumber;

for my eyes want to see no more

and experience what they had seen before.

The smile of my soul widens

with every step that I climb:

‘Free from the earthly ether will I be

into the waters of heaven will then dive’.

Burn me not over wood but frankincense,

so that I may see people smiling from above.

Or place me deep inside my mother,

so that the tree that grows from my heart

may fill the air with fragrance of my spirit.

But mourn me not with a heavy heart

and dry your pearls for a better day;

for earthly bodies must part for earthly reasons.

Go back to your sojourn as for now

and cherish the memories of the past;

for sometimes their hour last longer

than the relation itself.

Don’t beg more sand for me;

my hourglass has been inverted already,

the call of duty rings its bell

‘Its time to be donned anew’.

Soloist we were and will always be

so let my body rest here in solace

whilst I join a different play,

which eventually even you will;

for life is but a part of death.