ONE FINAL REQUEST TO MY MASTER
When my life has all but run out
And the years of toil are left behind,
When the last rays of sunshine touch my withered cheek
And the last songs of dusk fade into the echo of the night,
When my last meal has been shared with the future of youth
And the remnants of threadbare rags fall about my feet,
Then let me forget all I have ever known,
Let me not be burdened by the touch of life,
Let me not long for whatever was.
Erase me from this world,
Fill my empty space with sand,
Disperse my earth impression
Into the oceans of existence,
Take back whatever spark of being you lent me
And dissolve it forever
Into your Light.