Do not lay me down in a grave

Do not lay me down in a grave,
send me to the furnace
and scatter my ashes
on the wild wind
that never rests.

Let me spread
like the morning sunlight
and be free,
to appear everywhere
like a rainbow.

Do not lock me
to the cold earth,
for when I die
I am gone from this world
and from this place.

I am part of every word I wrote
and the person I am,
are reflected in all the things
that I did.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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