When I no
longer lie on this Earth
And must
welcome death into my heart
I shall be
taken to a hilltop,
My ashes
spread into the four winds
I shall
travel North,
North, to
the Northiest part of the world
I will
travel East
And West
Around the
Earth and back again.
I shall
travel South,
South beyond
the Southern borders I was limited,
Beyond the
fear of leaving I had in life.
I will travel
as far as the winds can take me
Around and
around,
The world my
carousel
One man on a
journey to find everything.
Careening,
dipping, landing where the winds halt
Resuming when
they have finished their business
One soul
reminiscing on a life that never was
When my
journey is over,
The four
winds will return me to that hilltop
When that
day comes,
I hope you
will join me.
We can sit
on that graveyard as long as you like.
Even
forever.
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