Ocean Soul

[seymoure]

When I die,
My soul will go back to the Pacific,
As it has so many times before.
The rolling waves will be my heartbeat,
The thundering surf will be my voice,
The sea spray will be my fingers,
Touching all who come near.
The gulls and the fishes
Will be my constant companions,
The people will be
My most welcome guests,
Deep in my depths will lie
Secrets and mysteries waiting to be discovered
And I will never be lonely or sad
Ever again
My waters will write songs
For every moment of everyday.
So, when I die
My soul will go back to the Pacific
As it has so many times before

(c) 2005 C. Wayne Owens