Take it ... Hold it

This urn
This black urn
bearer of my ashes
remnants of my flesh

take it ... hold it

Before i go
compliment my soul
for in my core
there you are

take it ... hold it

Together we are
in spirit not in body
present when your soul beckons
absent when your body demands

Take to sea
bring me to being
if so you desire
in your volition
there it lies
that magic 'sepulcher'

Poetry by chuma okafor
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Written on 2009-04-03 at 19:09

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ngaio Beck
We are never more one as we are in death.
Beautiful construct!

melanie sue
Excellent! Penned with just the right amount of words that impart so much more deeper meaning. I love it.