I want to die at the hands of the sea.

I want the whales to bury me.

I want the salty sea to quench me.

I want the seaweed to dress me.

I want the mermaids to adopt me.

I want the shells to adorn me.

I want the dolphins to befriend me.

I want the starfish to sing to me.

I want to die at the hands of my beloved sea.

I want the whales to bury me.

Deep in the shores will I arise,

and walk in the path of moonlight.

I will emerge as the beauty of the still sea,

the shadow of the mystery, of the realms of the deep blue sea.

A world created not for man, nor beast,

but magical beings that exist in dreams.

I want to die at the hands of my beloved sea,