I WILL SEE YOU LATER,
carved in a hunk of maple,
will be tossed into the sea
as my marker
when my ashes are scattered there.
I want to feel the will of the waves,
the constant pull of moon tides.

But, if my life lasts longer than those
who remember my ocean wish,
I will spend my weaning time
resting in dark blue velvet serenity,
listening to the soft songs Earth sings
as She spins toward her destiny.

But, maybe, even then, if you have
found these lines on parchment somewhere,
and are kind, and rich, or both,
will be,
engraved on my marble tombstone,
I WILL SEE YOU LATER.