A Request From Beyond Poem by Dwight Jenkins

When I finally live 
Bury me in shrouds of flowers and sun
So that she who has found me runs not
From my clouds or my rain

When I finally live
Let it be with great joy, and conscience clean
Like a carefree boy on a long walk 
Not yet a man marked by Cain

And when I die someday, yes
Having once fully lived
Let them see what it meant to be me
Let them hear all the laughter 
But know in their souls 
That none of it ever was free