To Be Remembered
I want to be remembered
for swimming the night sea in my gown
after dancing around the fire.
I want all of my wisdom and ignorance
to be written down in ink on silk
and hung like banners to the wind
that will destroy both without consideration.
I want the beauty of my tears and smiles
to be embossed on the hearts of those who will
remember me when I am gone from this earth.
May it be with a mixture of awe and insanity
that my stories are told for what are legends
but ordinary people doing something unexpected.
Let my life be the candle that burns in the daylight
and the moon that stays dark at night.
I do not seek to be understood,
as I tumble through the waves of this world
soaked in as much water as my hair
and gown can carry
with a heart filled with the same salt-tears of the sea
and just as much mystery.