If you must remember me when I am gone,

Let it not be with graven stone,

Before a plot of earth,

Over a mouldering form. 

Let the fire consume me,

The winds carry me,

The fields receive me,

The waves cover me. 

And if more is still needed,

Take a stone,

Sea smoothed,

And carve my words upon it. 

Take it to a mountain,

Glacier carved,

And lay it there,

The words hidden.

And maybe in some far off day,

Someone will turn that stone,

Read those words,

And wonder. 

And that will be my remembrance.

 11/11/2014