blue coffin lullaby

(hummmmm) (ahhhh) On the day I die,

I want blue roses,

A blue coffin,

a blue gown.

Lay me down where the sapphire closes,

Far beneath

a cobalt town.

Let the tears be pools of indigo,

Spilling down in navy lines,

While the wind begins to softly blow

Through the dark, cerulean pines.

Dress the mourners all in shades of slate,

Bring no black to shade my rest,

Let the shadows by the iron gate

Wear the evening’s azure vest.

For the sky above will match my floor,

As the teal-lit candles burn,

And the ocean knocking at the door

Bids the weary to

return.

Every ribbon, every velvet shroud,

Must be dyed the deepest sea,

Not a single pale or heavy cloud

Interrupted by grief for me.

Just a quiet, rolling wave of blue,

From the altar to the stone,

As I fade into the morning dew,

In the brightest color known.