rest

my days are drawing

they lack in substance and time

I look up at her

find me a place I say

a place where roses grow

bury me deep on that day

amongst the roses

but when the earth warms me

cover me not with more roses

lay rocks upon my ground

the ground in which I lay

let me lay here forever under stone

let the roses grow around me, as I pass through death like I lived

surround by roses

buried under stone