Put me to bed. 

Lay my head gently on the pillow of moss

Growing under the old oak tree. 

Cover me with branches and leaves,

close my eyes gently - as I am just sleeping. 

 

Allow me to rest until my body 

fuses into the forest floor, 

my skull and bones all that’s left

beside your distant memory

of who I used to be. 

 

You can lie down beside me

Reach out your fingertips to touch mine

until eventually they turn to dust.  

 

Then, when you finally leave me behind,

Unmarked, Unknown, and Forgotten,

Tell me you love me one last time.

And I will finally be at Peace.