amatashfaq

She wanted to be buried in a bed of roses. Wild lilacs, morning whites, sunrise gold and deep sea blues. She wanted to be laden in an intricately designed wooden boat and pushed into the gentle waters to carry her where the ocean met the heavens and the angles met man. She wanted the sun to be buried in clouds in a grave of mists and a swirly shroud. She wanted the stars to shine in attendance over her and shimmer in shame of the moon, their queen as she bid farewell. She wanted the autumn leaves to be her pall, coating her in gold and red. She wanted the rustling trees to bid farewell while the wind whistled a melancholy tune. A silenced cry