Allow my skin to burn under the wonders of the sun
For it to be burnt away, letting loose the ever so flowing blood
Free from the confinements that the skin created
Allow my bones underneath to be bare for the world to observe
Like the paintings in museums framed with perfect lighting
Letting my body mold with the earth's guilty pleasures
Causing the grass to be green like emeralds
Soil amongst it all to be like carnelians
And for my soul to be entrapped by the colours of flowers
Angelite, Amethyst, Rose Quartz, Sapphire and Ruby
Those which fracture light and expose colours so eminent
Allow all flowers to grown in and around my decaying body
As they flourish and weave their entire being around my rib cages
Allow my dying body to breathe back life into something so encapsulating
For there vines to engulf my bones
Wrapping and gripping me into the soil and grass
For my skull to be forever staring at the sky
Cloud watching during the day,
Star counting through the night,
Allow my skin to burn under the warmths of the sun
Allow my bones to freeze under the bitterness of the moon
Receiving hugs from the vines forever as time will allow
And allow my bones, white as a ghost to be engulfed with petals
As they form artwork on my decaying body
Painting full of colour, on a body reflecting shadows of a life lived