Sometimes I dream of the grass 

blowing gently in the breeze

A crown of weeds about my head.

I lay in the soft earth 

Cool and peaceful is the bed.

I feel the gentle touch of the insects 

And roots braided through my hair

The kiss of dew upon my skin

The darkness cloaks the landscape 

As the darkness settles in.

So silent do I lay there

In the moons haunting glow

And spread of starlight glistens

I release the long held breath

And tune my heat to listen

Sweet song of crows

Of ravens dark song

The secrets they whisper to me

Myself I do surrender 

And welcome what will be

Lost I stay, among the weeds

A memory only known by trees

And ants and worms who knew last

My kiss, my smell, my tender flesh

For as the seasons I took passed.

The weight of worldly matters

And sorrows fall away

Becoming moss and stone

Let only snowy memory

Remain in sun bleached bone

Yet all I ask in this

For I do not fear decay

Is to leave my eyes to me

So that the sky above

Is the last that I shall see.