Last Will And Testament Poem by Jackie Allen

The Night sinks darkly down
And softly settles itself tightly,
Fascinated not by the Light of Day.
II Is a currant colored curtained stage
Upon which the Moon and Stars
Shine and play their part~
They who trust the night,
To stay, forever and always.

But, oh, the sizzling star of Sun,
He must have his way,
He whose realm
Is the dazzling blazing Light of Day,
He who filters down between the trees,
Onto the Still Silent Shadow
Of what remains of me,

For age and toils have followed me
With ease, and I, almost an Apparition
Am drawing near to Death, yearn
For a gentle breeze to swiftly sweep
Me up, high above the trees
Where with wings
I may soar, and if I but choose,
Circle the Earth,
Then alight upon some Sandy Shore
Or, perhaps, upon a Deep Blue Sea.

Oh, Dark Death
Be never more a consideration
That my Burial Tomb
Be the ocean floor
May it be there or nearby,
There to swim, float, or merge
Between or amongst the crustaceans
For when Heaven calls
It matters not, for I’ll be lifted up
As a new Creation.

Oh, bury me any place
But beneath the grievous ground
Where Coal Miners still go about their
Minelaying and excavation,
For I dare them not to come upon my remains
Lest they find me,
(Lord for this, may I be forgiven.)
Petrified, fossilized, mineralized,
Lying in the same anthracite
That stole the life of my Dearest One.