March 2, 2015
I want to lay down,
On a bed of roses.
Not the ones in town,
But where the winter snow is.
A place where the grass will be grown,
A haven of flowers under my toes.
Whispering the seeds of the past sown,
Under a blanket of soil, A place that I chose.
In the same park,
Lying in the same place,
Until it gets dark.