My bones lie beneath the light that touches the ocean

My soul trapped by the chains that bind my mortal form

Dead, yet not gone to rest, bound by chains to my weakened mind

I count stars at night, watch great ocean liners cross above me

I hear laughter from those on their journey

The occasion wreath thrown overboard, ashes float on the surface

Sun kissed flashing patterns, painted by fingers of sunlight

Why did I not notice these small wonders before?

Do flowers thrown overboard lead the dead souls onward

If so, somehow, I pray for someone to remember me

Someday throw a petal or two from passing ship to help me.

One single flower might show the way…