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…