Away With The Fairies

When i leave  
My mortal coil  
I would love to think  
That mourners, do not toil  
But instead, are awash with colour  
With flowers in their hair  
Created at home  
Or from an art group flair  
No cut flowers  
If can do  
Let natures beauty  
Remain alive, and true  
I would prefer my burial  
To be green  
But realise that this  
Would be a costly dream  
Although i have no religious views  
Folk could express, their own adieus  
My greatest wish  
Is to leave love  
For all of you  
And this love  
Will remain as true  
And as hot  
As a Vindaloo  
As i drift off  
Into an ethereal mist  
And dance with the fairies  
Drinking mead  
And getting pissed  

by Jemia