Under the wide blue sky
spread my ashes let them swirl
when it’s at its brightest hue, its brightest blue
and if wind or water whirl
what is left of me
over land and sea
then let heaven be my canopy
where I will be forever free
and not set in the dark earth
that impedes me
and in the shining sun,
the falling rain, the blowing wind
forever I will be
shattered to different places
l’Envoi
where gladly I will lie
while time passes by
until the Lord of host in dignity
again reconstructs me, brings me back
to another life.
Gert Strydom
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-requiem-3/
